I thought is was from shaving, that's not so.
It could have been the air but that's not true;
I doubt it's caused by scratching to and fro.
You weren't punched, for you're not black and blue.
Below your ears exists a reddish tone -
I have been told that I am colorblind,
a defect which no one can "rectify."
There black, there’s white and when I cross that line
She is no longer my mother.
She did not breast feed
my siblings. She was never
married to my father. I remember
how she wandered before the morning
toward a worn out
Who knew there was such a place hiding
behind my home? Shade so deep, mist so thick
that I stumble on a dead tree covered with wet moss.
I fall down and feel soggy leaves
under my palms.