There is more to me than my laughter.
My hair is brown.
What if I didn't have any hair?
What would you see?
Would you stare,
an uncomfortable gaze, baring into my head?
Would you notice...?
When I speak, what do you see? Straight white teeth? ( I suppose I like my smile okay)
Or, can you notice that tiny freckle on my lip?
What's the melody my voice rings when I'm joyfully speaking, laughing... singing?
What color are my eyes?
When they catch the light, do they glisten with amber?
When I'm sad, do they swarm into warm coffee?
Do you notice how the muslces twitch around my eyes? See how my eyes grow when I'm sad.
My favorite color is pink. Do you see that when you look at me?
When I listen to you, notice how I'm right there with you.
If I touched you, my heart would beach in sync with yours -
I long to understand you, to feel what you feel.
When I look at you, notice how I see
YOU.
When I speak to you, know with each word I'm telling you how deeply I care for you.
When you see me dressed up, looking beautiful,
know it's because you make me feel that way.
So when you look at me,
know that I'm more than tiny details.
Understand that I see you, and hope you see me.
Examine each piece of me, beautiful, and human.
Know that I am afraid
because I don't have the answers.
I am just one person,
one person who has been broken,
found the pieces of herself,
and glued them back together,
imperfectly but
ready and waiting
