a blemish, a speckle
thrown head first with all the others
with a nose just like her mother's
a little bouncing dot

jumping in the same spot
a cluster of talking cells
that in the sunlight swells
into a crimson patch

that peels and makes her scratch
not more than a circled blot
that long ago has sought
a new direction

another face, a new complexion
but found the ruby clot
shiny, bright and hot
so, smiles now at her lot