I woke this morning with the intent
Of not to care of what I see;
Of, to pass by with no bent,
Pass-judgment of the eyes on me.
I'm walking by with no care,
I'm walking by--why do you stare!
I'm not worried, but I beware,
Of an attack, your eyes might dare!
You look, you look; your eyes are judging,
Judging me today:
Picking at the way I walk,
And talk--my lips are quiver;
Picking at the way I balk, and flail around
The arms I shiver.
A demeaning stare out-flies,
Uncontrollably it causes my wariness to rise:
I spin, and turn to run
Only to feel your eyes!
Pissing on me, are your eyes; those eyes, (your eyes, your eyes!)
Seemingly to me, to defecate
On all my pride and prize.
There is no way to negate, or satiate--those eyes!
That demon stare, a raping glare;
A judgment on our lives,
To pare and skin, to tear, within;
What is not true inside.
I am not scared I have no care,
I feel perfectly alive,
But that molest in your stare
Makes me want to die.
