Transparent Looking

For as long as Forever

There have been Eyes

Eyes that see

Eyes that dare and try to reveal

Me.

 

Even young, those stares followed

even with my mama

sneaky when with my father

They stare with a stare

that hold no good behind its gaze

Trying to steal all that is me

And I cried.

 

I cried because these curves and hips are mine

They were mine and I knew it once

But then those eyes came and told me

I had no right to them

no right at all.

Trying to take these curves and these hips that were mine

Those eyes; these stares

They got a hold on me

And I Cried.

As a young girl I cried

But I am older now

And my tears are rationed.

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