Sight

Those who don't know any better look at me with judgment in their eyes.  Some see a weird loner girl, who wears dark clothes and doesn't talk.  Some see mixed-race trash, with a coqueta mother and a small-town, white-trash father.  They see a girl that is rude and distant.  The dumbest of all see a pretty face, a toy to play with.

But I am not afraid.  I am more than what they see.  On the outside I am tough and strong, cold, showing no emotion.  But inside I am stronger, a human heart beating.   I am loyal, I work hard.  Inspiration, love, strength, burning in my heart.

It's me, just me, and I am safe.  With those who know me I am safe.  But watch those eyes hit me, those eyes of judgment, and I break.  Heart races, voice shakes, my eyes look down.  I pray.

God sees through, sees the shadows and the light.