She Poem by Amy Serhienko
She
She’s staring at me again,
daring me to look away
begging me to scream at her,
“Leave me alone, ”
as I’ve done so many times before.
But I can’t.
Now I need her to look,
to serve as a constant reminder,
to see for myself the disapproving slit of her mouth,
and the tears welling up in her eyes.
Tears she’ll shed for both of us –
for the woman she wanted me to be,
and the reflection she never was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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