I have a bunch of freckles
and I used to hate those spots
because I’m always getting bugged
about those wretched dots.
My sister loves to tease me
saying freckles multiply.
My brother says when I was born,
the doctor splattered dye.
My parents say my freckles mean
that I’m a special kid.
They’ve felt more like a punishment
for something bad I did.
But now I’ve new perspective
and with freckles I’ve no gripes,
for just this morning, at the store,
I saw a kid with stripes!