A Poem in celebration of Juneteenth - Those Eyes

Poem - Those Eyes

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.