Acne
Sometimes
it’s red and angry
pulsing everyday
waiting to erupt
rewind Pompei.
Other times
white capped mountains
like Mount Everest
urging an avalanche
forever stressed.
Mom, mom
what can I say
that I hate this part
of my DNA?
How can I tell you
that I need make up
that my face needs
to be covered up?
But today I stand here
no filter, you ask
I need you to know
I am more than this mask.
I am here and alive.
I learn and I thrive
I run every mile
I breathe and I smile.
But did you know
I’ve already told you
what this face can do?
Sometimes
Throw a city awry
Other times
Rise above and reach the sky.