Shadows of Their Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
A poem I wrote back in college. Clearly it has to do with what I was studying at the time, which was Gender, Ethnic, and Multicultural Studies. Fascinating major.

Submitted: July 06, 2016

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Submitted: July 06, 2016



I stride through the street with my head held high,

Feeling the eyes of those around me resting on my form.

They think I can't see them watching,

They think that I can't hear the words they whisper:

"She can't be Mexican."

And I stand tall and look them in the eyes,

Asking them why I can't be such.

They answer, "You're too fair."

Who are they to judge my race and ethnicity?

What do they think they know about me?

What is it that they see behind those Eyes of theirs?

Is skin really all that matters to those with Shadows in their Eyes?

Dykewomon says that "our skins remain as the first point of contact."

I like to think that my skin is just a meaningless shell that houses my true spirit;

I am Me, and no one else may harness my Shell.

The Shadow-Eyed People care about color where I do not.

But my sisters of the Social War surprise me with the use of their own Shells;

They wear them as badges of honor and identification.

Sister Anzaldua says that our bodies "intersect and interconnect."

Beautiful Violet says that this leads to the Sisters of Color "affirming solidarity with each other."

I do not care for the Shadow-Eyed People,

Let them watch me for as long as I live and see

That I am a Sister of Color and my own battle will be won.

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