Open your eyes

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"Open your eyes!" they say giggling and teasing 

The first time I heard this I was confused 

I asked them to explain the joke

but they giggled even more

pulling their eyes taunt and speaking unintelligible words. 

 

"Open your eyes." they say with hair flips and chuckles 

I raise my eyebrows and widen my chestnut eyes

lined with black to enhance their size.  

Can't they see that I'm trying to fit in? 

I thought cosmetics made my eyes normal sized? 

 

"Open your eyes?" my mom shouts enraged.  

Smudged smoky streaks line my face.  

I beg and bargain with her

not to take away my makeup.  

She is mad that I am ashamed of my ethnicity.  

 

"Open your eyes!" they say, 

My eyesight is not very good 

but I refuse to wear my glasses.  

Now I can not see the notes on the board  

and now I do not even want to ask for help. 

 

"Open your eyes!" they say waving a paper in my face.  

The paper is my test that I made an F on.  

What is going on? 

Where did I go wrong? 

Aren't I supposed to be smart? 

 

"Open your eyes." I tell myself.  

Noticing how when everyone is trying to be the same

sometimes it is way better to look different

to be different.  

 

"Open your eyes!" I tell my mom 

As I reveal my makeover.  

The makeup artist made my eyeliner winged.  

"She likes her eyes to look wide." my mom whispered.     

I laughed as the makeup artist told her that it was what I wanted.  

 

"Open your eyes." the optician asked politely  

as she placed contact lenses into my eyes.  

I blinked as my world adjusted

and crystal clear images swapped out the once blurry. 

I peeked into the mirror and loved who I saw peeking back.              

 

"Open your eyes!" I urge myself

holding my graded test in my hands.  

I slowly crack one eye open

and squeal in delight at my A+.                 

I sit a little taller and hold my head a little higher.  

 

"Open your eyes," I read in Psalm 34:8

"and see- how good God is.  

Blessed are you who run to him." 

I thank God everyday  

for making me this way.  

 

Open your eyes.  

See your beauty.  

See your uniqueness.  

See that being you and loving you

is what makes you Flawless. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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