My Eyes Are... (FREEWRITE)

My eyes are what Pecola picked at scars on her heart for
Secondary colors always seem to be secondary witnesses
And all she wished for was pretty eyes
She wanted to see the pretty in people
But my eyes are what Pecola sold herself for
And can honestly paint pictures of people's ugliness more accurately than most because they are two-way mirrors
Showing me myself in their flaws
I am the D.A and the Defendant Accused
You think I'd be used to seeing in hazel by now
But hazy memories of my blue eyed childhood seem to resurface as colors blur into Halos
My eyes are 20/20 with an astigmatism so I literally see figurative Halos above even the most malicious bodies if they stand in the right light
But my x-ray contact lenses see to their souls
And maybe I don't really wear contacts but I felt the need to make that metaphor because my gaze makes contact with everything Pecola didn't know she didn't want to see

You'd think it was Christmas if you saw all the times green lightbulbs contrasted red garlands on my skin
Lost seaweed drowning in saline break water on my eyelashes
What your eyes look like effects you see
I see envy comes in brown, black, and white
Not just green
And I see contact lenses that give you a chance to see like me
But you are on the shore
Visualizing my journey with crushed emeralds for kaleidoscope imitations of my telescopes
I'm out at sea
Searching for pieces of something more than what I'm seen as to build myself with
I will not be the reincarnation of Pecola's dreams
But I cannot be what I cannot see
I cannot love what does not love me
Lucky me
This world loves light skin, light eyes, and hair that can pretend to be European
But the stories that come with those are banished so I swim after them
Gotta keep my head above water so my high beam eyes don't get wet
Shining in reflective hues
So when you look at me...you're really seeing you