What do you see when you look
at me? Do you see the scar between my eyes or my curly brown hair? Do you
wonder what I would look like with blue eyes, or do you notice my eyes are
green and be satisfied with what you see? I wonder sometimes if people see the
pain that I carry around. What color is my pain? Do you think you know? My pain
is black, most of the time. Today my pain is red, however. It is red because my
heart is broken and I’m lonely. I was hungry until I found a little bit of food
in my refrigerator. Can you see that I am satisfied now? What does that look like anyway?
I wonder what you would think
if I told you I am gay, or that I had been emotionally abused in my earlier
days. Would you still want to talk to me? Do I look like the kind of person who
would allow herself to be abused in any way? Yes? No? What does that look like
anyway?
Do you see that I’m
struggling to know what to do with my life? Can you see God in me? He’s here. I
assure you. But, I’m struggling to reach Him, and I know Him intimately. I
wonder if you can see the scars from my past hurts. Hurts that I received from
loved ones, well intentioned loved ones. Sure there are scars from those who
deliberately used me and caused me pain. But, those don’t hurt as much as the
ones that cut like a knife, straight through to the core of my person.
What do you see when you look
at me? Do you see that I am educated? What does that look like anyway? Do you
see that I want to become your friend? I would actually. I would like to become
your friend. It would take some doing on
both our parts, however. We come from very different cultures. People would
talk about us, maybe behind our backs. Maybe to our faces. Would you still want
to be my friend, if it would cause you some grief? I’m a good friend you know.
Well, you don’t know. But you could know. That would take more effort on your
part. You would have to look deep
inside me. Past my outward appearance, since today I am not looking my best and
I’m not in the best mood. Can you see that I have had a hard day? What does
that look like anyway?
Can you see that my husband
is a different race than I am? Does that show in my wedding ring? Can you see
that he loves me beyond words and that he calls me his “Queen”. Do I show that
in my actions and attitude? Can you see from looking at me, and at my life,
that I have a brain- injured brother? How would that make you feel if I told
you outloud after the “retard” comment you made. Can you see my pain? What
color is it? Where does it sit on my body? What does that look like anyway?
What do you see when you look
at me? Can you see that my father is dying and I am sad because I live far away
from him? And my siblings are far away too, and my mother. I live down here all
by myself. Can you see that my children are all grown? And I love them. Can you
see my grandson in my eyes? The twinkle he brings to my heart. And the sorrow
of not seeing my granddaughter in over a year. Can you see my heart for her?
What do you see when you look
at me? Do you see that I am angry? Can you see that I am lonely? Can you see
that I am struggling to make new friends because all of my old friends have
fallen away? What can you see in me? Do you see my joy? My delight? The passion
I have for my man and the eternal love I have for my children? What does that
look like anyway? What color is it? Does my love for others speak to you? What
does it say? Does my curiosity about you show? Can you see that I want to know
you deeper? Can you see that I value our relationship? Can you see that I want
to know more about you, and to have you know more about me? What does that look
like anyway?
What do you see when you look
at me?
