Bronze

My skin absorbs the warm rays, bronzing

my arm that was once pale and cold.

Warm to the touch and brown to the eye

hanging by my side wherever I go.

When I was a little girl my mom always told

me and my sisters to stay away from the sun

to remain under the shade so we wouldn’t get too

tan, brown, or whatever made her eyes hurt

because that would make our hearts hurt.

Now I sit and stare at my arm

It’s what my mother warned us about

But weirdly enough, it’s not that bad. I

Just hope that it stays hanging by my

side wherever I go.

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Cover Photo by Mariam Antadze.