not your eyes

not your eyes 1.25.15
i know you want me
to shut up and go away
to silence my
dis-comforting words
my stubborn, serious
insistence on justice

i am the widow
who will not cease
to wail until
your judging ears
will hear

it is not your eyes
that define me
nor your words
that frame me
you would make me
just a whiny woman
to hush with
a cock and fucking

it is His eyes
that see me shine
and His word
that calls me
to talk as long
as i live
and die
when i have to

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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