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A Poem in celebration of Juneteenth - Those Eyes




Poem - Those Eyes

by Betty J. H. Hopkins

Those eyes, those cold, steely eyes,

watching the jiggly buts, while pretending ot

to notice them.


Those cold, cold eyes,

conduits to a heart

that is empty and harsh,

while pretending

to still care.


The slitted, bitter eyes,

with those hate plated corneas,

pretending a compassion

not found there.


Those cold, bloated eyes,

straining to escape their sockets,

pretending no longer a need

to reside there.


Those eyes never learned from

the humanity that they surveyed,

and they plunged headlong

into oblivion.


11/12/02©


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