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The world looks on with such judgmental eyes,

Not even attempting to understand or rely on faith,

we act by what we see.

I watched it unfold at a grocery store check out

It brought tears to my eyes but I sucked them back and felt them puddle up inside of my brain

She’s one of those girls who everyone looks at

her beauty is angelic

When she walks into a room eyes are drawn to her

little girls stare and admire

But if you follow her soft features up to her eyes

You’ll notice something different about them

It’s an un-placeable difference, foreign to most

She locks on and stares

not in a rude way but just an interested way

This is how she reads the world

We held a Saturday morning paper as we waited to be served

Girls in floral dresses jumped and squealed behind us, picking colourful candy from a rack nearby.

They were young

One little girl approached us

saving a place in line for sister and dad

The girl in the dress was immediately drawn to her, standing there behind me

She looked her over from the loose braid in her hair down to the bright orange nail polish on her toes

She noticed the eyes

and how they were looking at her, so intensely

the little girl uncertain, but obviously the eldest

felt threatened by the towering beauty

She stared back

not for any reason

just to make a statement, I suppose

The cashier took note of this ‘stare-down’ and looked from girl to girl

Then exchanged a glance with the lady bagging groceries.

the bag lady looked from me to the angel

Eyes filled with rage

as if asking me to stop her

To interrupt her focus

I looked down from her glare

If only I could explain, sit the lady down and share stories, making her love my angel too.

The cashier and bag lady looked on, I knew as soon as we left they’d have something to say.

They saw her as a young woman, they expected her to act like me

because we looked similar in age

however the were so many variables

They gave her no grace

When we got back on our bikes, she told me tales of the young girl she had been reading with such art

All the times she had seen her before

and who she had been with

and the time of year

and how the weather felt on those days

Amazed at her beautiful mind and how it complimented her appearance

I wished the people in the store had of followed us out

ran alongside our bikes and heard her spill these thoughts

organized and filed in

the library of her mind

Then they would see

they would understand her stares

They would give her grace

I just know they would


4 responses

  1. oh, this pierces a soul.

    August 23, 2010 at 11:26 pm

  2. How penetrating a work to see beyond the eyes into the very essence of judgment.

    August 25, 2010 at 6:31 pm

  3. This is so very sad…I send you love my friend xx

    August 26, 2010 at 1:38 am

  4. love and prayers…

    August 26, 2010 at 3:38 am

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