Take my eyes, friend
I will be able to show you how beautiful is broken
into little pieces of light colored scarves, like whispers
floating through the air,
Take my eyes, friend
I will be able to show you fear in different forms
how the house my grandfather lived in was broken into one night
in his eyes, as he departed, the sunshine broke over the grey sea
the sea where we swam
where we swore on our bodies, we shall be back, one day
take my eyes, friend
I will show you what it means to learn to dance for hours straight
yet still be awkward about the thousand ways
a woman is supposed to cross her legs
with decency, with vigor, with pride
without showing too much, or too little skin and stone
take my eyes friend,
I will take you to where a woman stitches pieces of tatreez
together, black background and red thread
one for blood, the other for those dead
take my eyes friend,
for my broken is beautiful
for my fear is accepted
for your love is redeemed with the wave of a hand to beauty.
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