What do you see?


When you look at me, what do you see?


My face looking down is what I was taught;


it’s more of my honor I am trying to keep


Why should I stare with a glare


that perhaps might even scare?


When you look at me, what do you see?


I might pass by without a trace


My black veil is my grace


But I am not as oppressed as you might think:


this is more than fashion so please do not tease!


When you look at me, what do you see?


A naive woman who’s not gone to school


or a cultured woman who’s not fit for the streets?


Hold on a minute, and please take this in:


the first thing I was taught was how to read


I might not own your beauty contest crown


or even fit half of your profiled flock


I am more scared of my maker than your mere sneer


You think I am an unsophisticated clown?


Still, I am glad I never frown


What do you see, when you look at me?


Frisking me all over like I hide something in?


Like a time bomb, you think I am waiting to blast?


Forgetting I am human and kindness is all I ask?


What do you see? Oh tell me please!


For my name you care not ask,


why then defame me so fast!


And make me look so vile


yet I am just like you inside?



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