His eyes
Piercing
Dominating
SeekingHis movement
Slow
Calculated
UnbotheredHis voice
Cold
Crisp
CuttingHis hands
Clenched
Digging
ScratchingI wish I had
Never met
You• • •
Walking in like the false prince you are,
Pretending to care by stand back far.Giving me my time and space,
But everyone noticed how my heart began to race.Eyes turned to you while you feigned innocence.
When you look in my eyes you see deliverance.I will receive what is rightfully mine.
You will be imprisoned, biding your time.I will not sit and let you do more.
I will not let you call me a whore.I was not asking for it; I'm not at fault.
For in this wound, you won't add salt.My parents, too, see the look in my eyes.
Everyone here can see through your disguise.You quickly see that you are unwanted.
I see in your eyes that you are now daunted.Now do you realized your plans have been thwarted.
Now you see you will not be supported.Still, though, you try to pretend to be good.
But no one on trusts like you think they should.They stand with me, not backing down.
They stand with me, not making a sound.My father approaches you, fire in his eyes.
You can't believe he has seen through your lies.Now you try to leave, pretending you never were;
Never were here, which is what was preferred.This child I now carry shall only be mine.
Without you I shall live, forever being fine.I now must accept what you have done to me,
Otherwise, I know I would have tried to flee.Flee from the pain that made resent;
Away from the patronizing gent.Never again will I be forced to subdue.
Never again shall I be ruled by you.***
YOU ARE READING
Noni
PoetryWho is she? Is it me? Is it you? Your friend or neighbor? A relative? Is it the girl in your class? The girl you saw walking down the street? The one with silent tears in her eyes? We can't be sure, so for now, we'll call her Noni. TRIGGER WARNING...