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Mar 2013
Freckles sprinkle the face of an innocent child
Like April rain showers
sprinkle the green grass with yellow flowers.
She walks across the grass with her  little toes
like skipping stones on the summer lake.
To her the world is just as innocent as her freckles
and no one can hurt her.
This little girl is older now and the innocent freckles still remain
but she has come to learn the world is not as innocent as her freckles.
Her world has turned cruel.
She has seen hate, she has seen evil, and she has been hurt.
She sits and she wonders why her world changed
and why the world could not stay as innocent as her freckles.
Because even as she grew older
her freckles stayed just as innocent
and she wonders why her world could not have done the same.
Michaela Tripp
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Michaela Tripp
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