She told me I had tiger’s eyes.
Fierce and bright and violent.
Usually, my eyes were soft.
Smooth like molten chocolate,
But in moments like these,
When disrespect runs rampant,
And patronizing tones become louder than my own,
My amber eyes harden into rock,
Ready to scream the silencing words
Of revolution and redemption.
-anger used to be hard to say(m.m.)