My Eyes

My Eyes
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I don’t know how to express my words
my eyes want to tell the story
they have seen too much to be quiet
but  they have hidden behind playful ones
my voice is gone my eyes want to tell the story
you always told me to be a strong black woman
but you couldn’t even be that for yourself
I waited on you to become that person
my eyes want to tell the story
and what about you
you hurt her more than you could imagine
at 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning you were gone
and you left her alone my eyes want to tell the story
because I’ve seen so much and heard so little
but the feelings are locked away
at the moment anyway
when I unlock it I want you to be there
my eyes want to tell the story
they have seen so much to be quiet….





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