"What Are You Looking At?"
Blue, watery eyes
Big and round as eggs
Ruffled with black lace
Shiny with tears
Wrought with confusion
Sustained a first playground wound
A scathing snip
From a twerp three times your age
With half your merit
Forked tongue knocked off
A chunk of your innocence
Left you exposed
To the mean elements of inhumanity
Your purity faltered
Just a few moments
As you ran to me and hid your face
From human nature
I bandaged it with cooing
But it is bald and open now
Altered eternally
One day those words will
Rip through your lips
Passing on the astonished sting
Like a plague of unfeeling
To a pair of chaste, hateless eyes
And some mother will loathe you, too.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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