Pale cells

The sun hits me strong

With no compassion for my shy skin.

My winter shade resists and makes me

a late arrival from the moon.

In this childhood of summer,

My melanin grows.


Friendship birth

A hug not asked
A free content that surprises,
I am sure,
Mark the birth of a friendship,
Like milestones on the road.
I felt the connection,
A missing sister with more experience,
Whose oven is always on
And whose table has always an extra chair.

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