Amma, What do I do about my acne | Amazing Poem by Yamini,14,Bangalore
A poem about a new change she is coping with – do not miss this honest piece of writing by 14-year-old Yamini from Bangalore.
Dear Amma,
I have to make a confession,
On what has been causing me panic and tension.
I cannot stop my hand from going to my pimples,
It’s like a magnetic effect, only far less simple.
I don’t even know when it happens – it must be when I am thinking,
For when I am trying to compose this poem, I often find myself scratching.
I don’t know whether it can be stopped or if it is too late,
But I will be eternally grateful, if you could save me from this horrible fate.
I am writing this so that you know of my plight,
For in the future, I want to be a tolerable sight.
