If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about discomfort. They would explain a life of despair, sorrow, and poverty. You would hear the drenching remarks of struggles and brokenness. The strong sense of loneliness and lack of contentment.
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about insecurity. They would rave about the beauty that other girls uphold. You would hear sad excuses from the lack of discipline and self-care. The vulnerability of entertainment gone too far.
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about family. The beauty of oneness. The ability to enjoy laughter in the midst of pain. The horror of seeing loved ones suffer for being without. You would hear screams of hopelessness and the joy of community. You would experience a moment of confusion.
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about grief. The pain that they can’t exactly explain. The nightmares that follow. The heartaches from emptiness. The realness of separation and forward moving life. You would hear sorrow and feel despair in every word.
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about success. The desire to have it all. You would hear the yearning words for gain and negative pushbacks for failure. The lack of patience. The dream for overnight transformation. You may think this is concerning.
If my eyes could talk, you would prefer them to see. You would want them to function appropriately because you wouldn’t have to hear, what they actually can see.
The struggles of humanity, the realness of me.