your skin is stained by the
cinstelattions mapped out
with your freckles
the same freckles that scatter
across the canvas that is your
face
that you stare at
with a wrinkled brow
and pursed lips
all too often at 3 o'clock in the morning

forgetting that your mother
carried the same
freckled universes
across her back too

and isnt she the most beautiful
thing youve ever seen

the earth that is your skin
is homage to the most
beauituful of valleys and
the grandest of mountains

your ocean tangled hair
knotted by an endless crash of waves,
mimics the distinct style of stuborness
you only find lost at sea
and your smile has become the most breath taking
view
at 5 o'clock in the morning

so remember that
next time your sitting
lkegs crossed
with your head hovering
over a certain unnamed, yet all
too familiar porcelian bowl

its time to become your own horizon
and northern star
and claim ownership to each star freckle grouping you share
with yourmother
and her mother
and begin to grab
handfuls of the soil
that is your body
and gasp at the scenery of every inch of your terain

be proud of of the roots you share
with every
other
sister planet

you are the world, honey