When You Look at Me
When you look at me…
Why do your eyes measure my breast size?
Why is your mind far from mine?
Am I only a tool that you’ll use and leave?
When you look at me…
Why do your lips call me beautiful
When you really mean, “hot.”
Do you think I’m too inferior to see that?
When I look at you…
I see a man trying to heal my pain
Where men bruised me with misogyny
And scarred me with whispered lies.
When I look at you…
I see a man fighting the torrent
Of voices, telling him that I
Am only but a prize.
When I look at you…
I see a man who’s different from the rest
Because he will guard my heart with his own
True love, instead of the crowd’s tainted lust
So I pray that from now on
When you look at me…
You’ll cling to the hope that
We might become something beyond dreams
Something that goes against the societal norm
Something intimately inspiring
Something bound not by a diamond
As they will burn in fire
But something bound by the ruby
Which under the hottest of fires still shines
Because this is my hope when I look at you.
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