Strangers

My mother told me

There is fear in my eyes

 When I look upon strangers

Men in particular

That is why they do not approach me.

To which I said

I don't fear strangers

I'm confused at their intent

I can see the carnal desires

In the eyes of a man

And judgment in those of a woman

It is not fear

But shock, confusion

I do not expect to be accepted

And yet I find..

Acceptance in their eyes

Confusing because they know

Not of me. 

Reviews

[Tam Warink]

"I do not expect to be accepted..." That pretty much sums it up, doesn't it? It's why floral arranging is probably more rewarding than learning to paint. There is no wrong way to arrange flowers if you just let them be. Painting is, by definition, a human interpretation and that is where we fail. Trying to impress creation with our rendition of what is already perfection.

[Meraki]

Art is originally a copy, though that doesn't mean it's not beautiful in its own copycat way. But yes you're right about that and thank you for not letting that path get overgrown :)

[Tam Warink]

Ah, I know that line... "Never let the weeds grow up on the path to a friend's house." =^o^= {purr}

[ChemicalMadness]

illuminatingly sad, distant, aware, and somehow connected...a disembodied otherness which i won't claim to be able to fully comprehend...but this is a truly brave write.

CM.

[Meraki]

Thank you for your kind words, they're truly appreciated :)