Stare

08/11/2016

Go ahead, stare.

Objectify me until you’ve stripped me down to nothing.

Has anyone ever taught you that it’s improper to stare?

You’re thinking with a head that’s southern from sense,

distant from logic and reasoning.

So how do I look? How do my insides look to you?

Can you feel the hurt and devastation? Can you see the life I've created?

That must be why you’re staring.

My life passes by your fixated eyes and you're just reminiscing with me.

You're getting a taste of what I've felt. Feelings of sorrow. A merciless feeling of being trapped

But sadly, even an optimist cannot be so hopeful.

Hopeful that you're not entirely blinded by ignorance and have deception wriggling deep within.

Keep staring.

When you see strength, resilience, and a touch of ferocity then I know you’ve truly seen me.

I speak and you lean closer, but you’d never be so bold as to take my hand and whisper, “I admire you”

I don’t want to hear, “you’re beautiful”

Looks are meaningless in a world where I place human connection on a pedestal.

Human connection makes me wild.

If you want to see me dance, make me

believe in you.

Prove to me that you want to unlock a series of introspective thoughts and build off one another. Know that I am passionately curious.

So go ahead, stare. I challenge you to see what I see.

I challenge you to see me