Stares

We must have been an odd sight

Two girls standing together

Dressed so differently 

Daring to speak to each other 

We must have been an odd sight

One dressed in a chador 

The other so skimpily

Daring to link arms

We must have been an odd sight 

Laughing, talking, hugging

Acting like race didn’t matter

Daring to act equal

We must have been an odd sight 

Making excited plans

To make sure the stares would come

Daring to laugh at them

We must have been an odd sight

Sharing secrets and fears

Telling new of tragic tales 

Daring to think of the tragedy

We must have been an odd sight 

To be friends 

To be equal

Daring to think we weren’t an odd sight at all. 

Reviews

[The XYZ Writer]

I saw the first line and.....omg. Leah. I need to get over myself first to be able to comment.

Either I'm being self conceited or the other person in the poem is me? Haha, odd sight we are indeed, not caring what others think. And honestly, I thank you for staying by me, even knowing what stares you will get. :)

The poem was lovely, and it's the next thing that has brightened up my day. (the first was the rain I saw outside.) Thank you and good job.