Observation

15 1 2
                                    

I can never remember eye colors, or even eye shapes, and for the longest time, I couldn't figure out why. There was no reason I could think of as to why I never recalled eye colors.

Tonight, I realized that I know the shape and color of my therapist's eyes quite well, and I'm comfortable talking to her. Because I never look people in the eye, I never know what color their eyes are. I can remember cheekbones and lips and sometimes noses, but never eyes, because I never look at them.

Maybe that's what society does when it comes to representing minorities.

More poems I guessWhere stories live. Discover now