I Looked Through Her

I looked straight at her, a grown woman,

Who knows how to raise after the fall.

Grown and of course an out grown one,

Of any belief, superstition and custom that of no use.

Far grown to avoid the two faceted maggots,

And respect the one who well deserves it.

I could see her, not the blemishes of her skin,

But the never-ending thoughts on her mind.

Her shoulder seems so heavy,

Yet has a plan to deal with it.

Her eyes look far away,

So far into the future and of the possibilities.

I notice that she didn’t wink,

But kept chewing her cheeks.

Calm down I said,

And looked away from the mirror.

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