Lurking Eyes Of Prejudice Poem by Nenia Arnaiz Dulom

To the eyes that look intently,
To the eyes that steal glances conspicuously,
From a distant they sneak like forms so ghostly,
Yet when caught they elude my stare like guilty.

To you who mentally persecute me,
Yet do not acknowledge that you do so to me,
Like Chameleons that come from behind trees,
And adapt the bark to conceal what is already obvious to see.

Even if you persuade my surroundings to believe your story,
Even if you strip me off naked with your lies and hearsay,
Even if your tale seems so credible to heed and agree,
That leaves me nothing but condemnable being to discriminate by the society.

Yes, even if you tell a tale about my history,
A background you ornamented with fabrication and dishonesty,
Oh yes, you can talk all day
Or lie in wait along streets and alleys.

Or get the nod of every man and woman
Round the corner or beside me
But the truth of the past and the accounts of today,
Will always be there to set me free.

Your eyes, though grip through me,
Couldn’t really hold my spirit down the drain
To crash and defeat my trust and faith
In the One who knows the truly me.

(Written on December 3,2011)