Freckles
Connect the dots
on her back.
Little freckles that tell a story
since the wee child ran in innocence
thinking she must be a boy.
A history does lie there.
Connect the dots with care
and tell me what you see
on a bare back so chaste
and fair.
One dot to the other, the lines
do connect
to tell you of abandoned hope and despair –
not what you’d expect.
Tell me what you see
in this little girl with storied back,
bright green eyes
grown now.
Would you tell her you can’t read?
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