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The Birthmark On Your Face
You were teased and taunted as a child.
The mar on your face was the reason why.
Then you fell in with the wrong crowd.
You matured into a handsome young
man with a flaw.
You ignored the harsh words you
would hear them say.
Hiding the agony you felt inside.
Then, one day, you came home from
work.
Kissed your mom on that cheek.
You entered your room,
and locked the door.
Something you never did before.
A sound was heard, then,something
dropped to the floor.
You removed that birthmark on your face,
with a blast from your gun.
No longer will the ignorant people make fun
of a handsome young man with a flaw.
Your spirit was finally freed.
Amazing stuff. It's hard being an outsider and the description in your poem was magnificent. Congrats!
As a teacher, I try to prevent such cruelty in my classroom. However, I can't leave with the victim of such verbal abuse and it sickens me. This, I hope, was fiction? Still, I can feel the pain and anguish since you painted that picture well with your words. Very moving.
Thanks,
Jessica
Man. I truly felt this poem. I felt in in my bones. Thank you for sharing your words.