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{mole} janet thorning I have a large mole above my eyebrow. It’s brown, and there are hairs growing in the middle of it. Sometimes, when it’s windy the hairs tickle my forehead. That’s how long they are. Go ahead, laugh, or be grossed out, which ever one you chose wont bother me. I’m done being hurt by what people think, and say. A woman once asked me on a crowded bus in front of little children “why don’t you trim the hairs?” I told her they tickle me, and I like to laugh. She kissed her teeth, and walked away. I’ve always had the mole, but the hair part didn’t come until I was in my late teens. If you’re wondering about the dating situation, well, there’s been a few men over the years. Some of them I’m sure were dared by their friends to kiss a troll. Those ones never went past the kiss on the cheek stage. The others, well I only saw them at night, and when it came time to have sex, they insisted that the lights stay off, and that I keep my mouth shut. In other words, never tell anyone not even a priest. That’s funny, the priest part, because I’m an Atheist. That’s right, I don’t believe in god, and heaven, and all that jesus stuff. Made up fluff is what it is. If god were real no one would be born disfigured. I’m not an idiot, I know that shit happens, because shit happens, but god, he’s supposed to have the power to fix all that. But the world is full of disfigured people. That should make you think, and if it doesn’t, oh well. Some of you might be bold enough to think, why doesn’t she just get rid of the damn thing? Well the truth is, I don’t want to be like you, like everyone else. I want to be me, the large brown mole with hairs swaying in the wind me, and if my large brown mole with hairs swaying in the wind me makes you sick, then too bad for you. |
