RosaLee Marybeth


I Look At You

I look at you...
I look at you in the mirror and say to myself 'what happened? '
'Why are you the way you are? '
The image speaks back I just can't hear the words.
I try to listen or read the lips of the girl I don't know, but she is talking too fast.
I look at you...
Your hair and teeth- your eyes that speak.
The eyes 'have it' and I see the twisted tails* of a young girl tattered and torn blistered and worn.
I look at you...

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