January 26, 2011
Her dirty,
Jagged fingernails
Reach down to scratch
Swollen chigger bites
That pulse and scream
Like ambulance sirens
On her little white legs.
She’d donned her brightest sundress
To dance in the wheat field
Just like the women
She’d seen smiling
On television commercials.
Blood trickles as she scrapes
The irritation and the shame,
But her teeth,
Unblemished,
Shine between two tiny rosy lips
For now she knows she is
Beautiful.
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