My skin is freckled
To me it is ugly
Each fleck of copper a notation
Of the ancestors who bore the family who left me unloved
Who spoke me unworthy

My skin is freckled
And to many it speaks of angel kisses
Not the demons that cradle me at night
And lead me to nightmare dreamscapes I cannot comprehend

My skin is freckled
Marked by time with each sparkle of sunlights love
Unfelt by a wanting heart
Unheard by ears deafened with rage and grief

My skin is freckled
And wants me to know there is still time
For peace and joy
For hope
That instead each fleck of copper is a blessing not yet counted