Jan. 16, 2013
Genivyve Smith

Why do you look at me with looks of disgust?

Am I really that hard to trust?

Is that look you give me, a must?



What did I get hit with a bat?

Should I cover my hair with a hat?

Everywhere I go I get that.



Looks down the halls.

Looks as my hope falls.

Looks is all when my voice finally calls.



Yet you stick your nose up so high,

towering over me like the sky.

More looks *Sigh*



Do you have to sneer at me?

Why can’t you just let me be?

Your looks bug me; are you too naive to see?


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