I keep on seeing stars


i keep on seeing stars
as freckles
on people's faces

i ask them ain't it cool
that you were born
with constellations?

but spots on skin to them
represent
insecurities

they think they need make up
to cover up
their galaxies

like this one person I know
looks like ice cream
that's been peppered

the dots on her arm
come from her grandma
who's a leopard

but she says that she hates them
she calls them
imperfections

cause back in school
kids mocked her for
her speckled complexion

a bully
named georgina
used to call her a giraffe

more girls joined in and even
her friends
began to laugh

internalizing this
like a black hole
inside her mind

the dots of her
self confidence
had never been aligned

then a tear fell down her cheek
she sniffled
and quivered

i'd never seen her sad
didn't know what to do
so I POKED her

poked her face to show
my favorite star
below her eye

told her when we speak
it's like i'm talking
to the sky

and every time she blinks
that freckle vanishes
from sight

so every time she cries
a star goes missing
from the night

shame is taught
to many of us
at such an early age

comparing our looks
to everyone
as if we're made the same

girl you are spectacular
no matter of
heredity

your tears are shooting stars
made up of cosmic ice
and chemistry

now i thought that that was clever
but saying that
was DUMB

cause as I'm seeing stars
she says she’s been
seeing someone

yeah Ice Cream's
got a boyfriend
right now he's just away

i should have seen
that coming from
a mile milky way

you wish upon a star
to find someone
that’s wishing too

maybe one day
i’ll meet that one
but i wish it was you

i gotta say goodbye
i guess it ain't
the time or space

it just ain't right
that every night
i still will see your face

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