ps see me for who i am

they baptized her in a pool of sunflowers.
age 8.
god cried.
but the sun came out the next day;
it dawned on her perfection.
she was supposed to be perfect.
she was blessed.
she was clean.
hallowed be her name.
hollow be her name.
so she was raised in hesitation and too much extra skin.
she grew up checking both ways twice before crossing the street no matter how much she wanted to die,
she did this because she loved her mom.
peaches always reminded her of mom and the way her moms voice sounded.
mom is allergic to sunflowers.
and she is allergic to peaches.
this girl was supposed to be perfect.
she was the perfect reflection of everyone she met.
this is her now,
grown up in hesitation
and oh so weary
with eyes the color of gods tears that she caught on her tongue.
tell her that hesitation is beautiful
and that 90 degree angles have always reminded you of heaven.