I have strong eyes

And the heart

Which it takes to Look
at a stranger in my land

As Women we are creative
magical in our imaginings

In an ancient time
I’ve no doubt we ruled kingdoms
where civilians bowed to us

But now we bow
when pictures
we weave betray us
resembling nothing from the reality
of those
we aim to love

But

My Eyes are open
and I see
you

Good
with
the
bad

And I won’t Flinch
or rush to recast
what unfolds

So the question is for you

Can you stand where raw truth unravels
unpretty
and
direct

muddy
and
erect

Raising beyond flowery language

Can you take my gaze
Be okay
I may let you be
flee
not Keep
If you’re undeep

Say Yes

And you’ll get the best
Of the rest
with less
guess
of
what
to
do
here.