I was born with an eclipse in my eye.

The doctor said it was a birth mark

whilst my optician calls it a cataract.

But for years my dad kept the name

of my eclipse in his pocket

as if he was almost proud of it.

Proud the way my blue iris

swirls like a ‘b’ into my pupil;

an act of defiance and difference,

as if he always knew

I would be like this.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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