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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
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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