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Biting Eyes

Ebony eyes with teeth a biting stare
Haunting me with a green glare
Chewing at me with anticipation 
What is wanted is imagination 

Envious heart fancies me more
Than I am fore I am a bore
I dress humbly I’m not too proud 
Yet someone watching me now

As a teen I recalled this feeling
Never wore anything revealing
But as one blooms curves come
And unwanted attention from 

Teachers who were really perverts
Normal peers and some jerks
I use to think God this is a curse
It will be better inside is His word

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Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 3/19/2025 1:06:00 PM

Well written about a terrible situation Karen. One never knows who is thinking what. It is a dangerous world

Karen Jones
Date: 3/19/2025 3:05:00 PM

Agreed Oliver! Thanks for reading!

Karen Jones
Date: 3/19/2025 3:01:00 PM

Agreed Oliver! Thanks for reading!

CayCay Jennings

Date: 3/19/2025 11:53:00 AM

This is a horrible thing to experience but has been one for so many well developed teenagers. That's why I was blessed to be flat chested in high school (true, but kidding.) Not that I haven't had my share of physically wrestling myself away from guys who didn't know what no means, but that's a differently caused situation. Again, love the delivery of your perfectly crafted brevity lines ... CayCay

Karen Jones
Date: 3/19/2025 2:52:00 PM

I was unluckily built with curves and I really was embarrassed. But we grow up and fill out and soon enough our mind matures to match the physical body. Thanks for liking

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/18/2025 8:45:00 PM

Such an awful curse---that so many women would die for...

Karen Jones
Date: 3/19/2025 1:02:00 AM

I never thought about that Gershon.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 3/18/2025 7:36:00 AM

She must be young. Being pretty draws predators. This poem shows how valuable the teenage years are.

Karen Jones
Date: 3/19/2025 1:02:00 AM

Agreed. I wrote this from memory of my youth.