I’m use to—
I use to want to
Command the attention
Of guys that walked by
But I’m use to
No lingering eyes
Only spilled out lies
And whispers to myself
About how beautiful I am
Hoping one day maybe I’d believe it
That I would stop,
Stop looking for validation in the stares of these men
Whose soul I cannot read, corrupted within
But, still I yearn for their eyes to pierce my skin
For their presence to embrace me with attention
Cause see I’m tired of playing this game
Called wandering eyes,
My eyes wonder and stare and wonder if I’ll ever get a hi
And when I see them pay attention to those girls
Who’s standard must be beauty
I conclude that I am a woman
Who you must be friends with first
To find the radiance of her beauty
Cause my soul bleeds out
Showing what’s in
-KW
