my freckles,
they are beautiful,
disappearing in the winter,
like a hibernating bear.
my freckles,
they are adorable,
like the hate i get
from the people
who envy them.
my freckles,
they are unique,
like a rainbow,
peeking through the clouds
after a summer rain storm.
my freckles,
they are amazing,
they are different,
they are radiant,
they are awesome,
and so am i.
YOU ARE READING
poetry/writing :)
Poetryi used to hate poetry, but now i write poems almost every day. ahhh i'm turning into a basic white girl.
