Do you ever wish you could see what other people see?
Not all the time of course... but sometimes, I wish I could see through other people's eyes. What do they see when they look at me? What do they really see? What really lies behind the smiles they give, the kind conversation they exchange?
Do their eyes just see me as they take in the scenery? Do I blend in, or stick out? Do I get lost in the crowd? Or do their eyes follow me no matter where I seem to go?
Where do their eyes go to first? Do they see the nappy-kinky-curliness that sits atop my head? Do they envy how big, thick, and crazy it is? Do they wonder how they would look if they embraces the gorgeous curls God adorned them with, like jewels? Do they admire my confidence to actually wear my hair in this manner? Or do they just wonder why it isn't obeying the law of society?
Where do their eyes linger? Do they stare at my eyes, wondering why my eyes don't stay still? Do they wonder why I stare at the clouds, the birds, the emerald colored grass, or my fingernails? Do they wonder where I bought my shoes from, or do they wonder why I walked out the house with this shirt?
What do their eyes see? Do they see a distant, confused, yet polite smile when I catch them staring? Do they see an immature teen when they see me laughing with friends? Do they see a sad, loner when I walk, with the comfort of an MP3 player? Do they see. . . do they see anything at all?
Or am I invisible? An invisible, nappy headed, weird smile giving, odd clothed wearing, wandering eye having immature loner?
.. I wish I could see what they saw.
Currently listening to:
G-Thang by Ginuwine
Healing by Jagged Edge
Oh Yeah by Foxy Brown
Warrior Love by Etana
starry nights, sunny days, Naima <3
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