At eleven I had not
A problem in the world.
I went to school, in my white dress
Happy as a fool
Until the day the bad man came
And botched my dress ink black.
The others saw the way I changed,
As I faded into the back.
I added colors to disguise
The botches tainting me
Though they are hidden out of sight
They stand out the most
Black as night.
YOU ARE READING
I See You |A Collection Of Poems|
PoesiaAs the cover suggests, this is a collection of poems that I have written. I will continue to publish as I create more but not on a set schedule. How y'all enjoy.
