Emily S.

Ode to the Pimple

Oh pimple,
I thank thee,
For making my bat-mitzvah,
both colorful and unique.
A part of every picture,
Right there on my cheek.

Resisting any soap or cream,
although I did my best,
You stubbornly stayed,
A most uninvited guest.

If you had marked your territory,
Just one week later in July,
You could have gone to camp with me,
And I wouldn’t have to cry.

It is an all girls camp,
Far from the camera’s shot,
Nobody cared there,
Everybody had pimples and spots.

You appeared on my face,
Not unlike other at my door,
You didn’t take my hints,
Though I begged and pleaded “no more!”
Though the others politely knock,
When they want something from me,
You came unwanted, uninvited,
And contributed to my misery.

So pimple you remain,
My very worst friend,
You hog every picture,
Oh PhotoShop for you I send!

One day I will no longer be thirteen,
No longer have you on my mind,
But when I think of bat-mitzvahs
You will never be far behind.