The "eyes" have it
and I am left in the space between blinks,
that space of time that is just long enough to turn your head and forget.
Where judgment and willful ignorance collide.
You won't see me because I am not as worthy of such a grace as the status quo.
You refuse to acknowledge me because you have voted me out of the society with your glares
and your jokes.
You deem it inappropriate to say it, but you scorn me in action.
And that is enough.
And it's all okay because they say so, they insults are all accepted
because those who are accepted, laugh
And those in denial- trapped in their own closets of resentment- giggle.
But I have no say,
I have no substance,
and I'll have no peace,
In a world where the "eyes" have it.