My Family has an escalated chance of skin cancer, my mother once told me.
I was not sure what it meant at first, except for the sun being my enemy.
As I looked at it’s wicked grin, and harsh face that curses my skin.
I look at the blue sky from the window at the white clouds above, cover the sun for me so I may go outside.
I stayed inside, looking at the flowers, and birds with an itch to leave what now looked like a jail cell in my room.
As if rattling my cell, I open the door and the sun cracks a wide smile and emits its heat straight for me.
I am put inside, I am alone but I will go outside again.
And I will look with an open eye, and an open heart.