Chiyo

“What eyes!”
“What unusual eyes!”
Lose yourself in my pretty silver eyes
My cloudy, rainy, handsome grey eyes
I have no barriers
No boundaries
No voice
Delude yourself and swallow your lies
Is it such a back-breaking chore to realize
You are not higher than me
Me, filthy, impure with hollow grey eyes
And painted lips forever open wide
In taking my scent, your woes are forgotten
And returned is your pride
Man, powerful, dominant, an overlord
And you lie atop
While I am but an article before your sight
But you are not higher than me
For driven
Forced I was, to follow this route that is biased
While you, dear sir, was simply unwise