The beige mark,
imprinted on the surface
of my skin,
marks the beginning of my story.
Shaped like a continent,
the mark
carries unique cells held by ancestors
who trekked along
the rugged foothills of Europe
and down the rough plains of Africa.
The mark
rises from its roots in the dermis
like island coffee beans
sprouting from the land,
roasted by the golden sun that
blazed upon my people as they ploughed the earth.
The mark,
my café au lait birthmark,
swirls with equal parts light and dark ,
bronze like the afternoon sun
setting over my families new home.
About the Creator
Jess
I write stories, poems, and informational pieces for all.
Curly hair blogger @: www.bringingupcurls.com
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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