Nowhere to hide
I was the dark one with the birthmark. What’s that red stuff? Did you spill something on yourself?" “Tell them it’s a birthmark and that you were born with it. But even at 5, I was all about self-preservation. By fifth grade, though, anger roiled within me. When the boy who sat behind me leaned in close and whispered, “Hey, Red Beard! I could barely suppress my rage. But I felt I had no right to defend myself....