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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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