I can feel you,
the weight of your stare.
When I look up,
our eyes meet briefly
and I can see the cogs
turning in your head.
I look away
but not before I see
the conclusion you’ve drawn of me.
From your vintage point,
you see the purple streaks in my hair
and the high heeled boots that I wear;
you scrutinize the makeup on my face
and the all black in my ensemble;
upon closer inspection,
you deem that my dress is too short
and that I have too many piercings.
I can see it in your eyes,
I can feel it in your stare;
This weight you’ve placed on me.
I’m thinking of a J word
as are you –
You’re thinking juvenile,
I’m thinking judgemental.
Jynx Frostbyte 