Their eyes By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
When I see people, I don't think about
What they are. I don't look at
The clothes on their back. I can't help but look
At their eyes.
Their eyes are what tells me
What I need to know.
Broken or breaker.
Golden or stone.
It tells me who needs help,
And who for once,
In their God forsaken life,
Needs to help.
“The eyes are the window to the soul”
Is what they say.
Why do they say that?
How do they figure?
You dad hits you at home.
You cut and don't want anyone to know.
But I know.
You want to know how?
I already told you.
When I see people, I don't think about
What they are. I don't look at
The clothes on their back. I can't help but look
At their eyes.
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