Brown dots by the thousands.
Controversial amongst the crowds and,
Different thoughts surround them.
With beauty comes contrasting opinions,
New trends dictate to the minions,
Are these brown dots now in then?
Brown dots of camouflage,
My DNA’s chosen collage
For my face’s montage.
Cute and adorable sun kisses,
Hits and sometimes misses
As genetically inferior disses.
To cover up or shine natural
The choice is contractual,
A commitment to media or factual.
Brown dots go before me,
Predetermination of my beauty.
Brown dots poor me,
Or brown dots so lucky?
Blemish, blotches and speckles,
My face is trending in freckles.
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