Friday, May 06, 2005

i am...

I am
The stretch marks on my momma’s belly
The yellow streaks staining the tile next to the toilet
The boil on my auntie’s ass
The plastic melting of a Barbie doll’s body in the summer sun
The wonder vanishing from a molested child’s eyes
The fries burning black on an unattended stove
The roving mind of the constantly bored
The hollow core of one forever lonely
The homely daughter who can’t be given away
The ray of light fighting to shine through the darkness

I am
Forever amazed by life’s starkness