A normal school day for her is spitballs and name-calls
Her insecurities thrown at her like a boomerang with a pointed end to split through her.
Something she's born with .. you never understand.
She didn't get to choose the birthmark that sprawled upon her face.
She didn't get to choose it's size and it's shape.
Yet u make it seem like it's her fault she's not easy to look at. Her fault that it's something to stare at.
And no matter how HER loved ones tell her that it doesn't define her.., the names that they call her come back to bite her.
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A teacher comes up to her one day with a sad and simple smile on his face.
and a birthmark that looked different but seemed so similar on more than half of his face.
He says three things to her that day.
And in a split second these past years of torment were erased.
FOR she smiled and beamed for the words he just spewed and it's something you could tell a loved one too.
" Try to embrace all the lines and marks on your face
It's the story of who u are
And I love what I've read so far. "
*please don't mind the cheeze and the end •.•*
