When people look at me.
I wonder what they see?

Looking into my eyes;
am I a hard person to read?

Am I 2 nice and easy to run over?
Easy to take for granted, neglected; 2 jovial?

A perpatrator; fake inside and out?
Already labeled and no one has a clue as to what I'm about.

They don't know, they don't care.
Alive or dead; here or there.

Smiling faces then a knide in the heart.
Stabbed numerous times, but I don't come apart.

I'm a strong, black woman; just phenomenal.
Not conceded; out of this world--astronomical.

I've been through a lot and sill hold my head up high.
Can't let people, stress, problems weigh me down--pride.

Opinions...more negative, less positive.
I'm a person of few words; objective.

So when you look at me....
I'm curious to know what it is you see.

Look into my eyes...
Read me, size me....

You can't.
I'm too deep.

A ? mark.....an unsolved mystery.