Those Chestnut-Brown Eyes Of Mine Poem by Rayjean Carter

If you were to look into my eyes, what would you see? Probably the colors. Black, white, and chestnut-brown. If i could look into my own eyes, i would see everything. Looking into my eyes i can see...

I can see the way my life began. The mess-ups and let-downs. The heartaches and struggles. I can see the beauty of my face, of my talents, of myself. I can see those heart-felt moments. I can see the innocence. I can see the simpleness, no common-sense. I can see the invisibility and extra-ordinary me. I can see. I can see the health problems. The allergies, asthma, heart murmur, etc. I can see the broken bones and broken hearts. I can see the embarrassments and excitements. I can see the changes. The changes from small and innocent and quiet to big and outgoing and life changing and loud. I can see the self expression. I can see the determination. I can see the explanation of myself based on the childhood of mine and the things that changed What i could see out of my eyes. I can see the missed dates, the snow days, the fun in the rain. I can see the sad days, the break-ups, the make-ups. I can see the love of my life, the understanding guy, the sunshine. I can see the clouds and the rain that fell on those days of captivity. I can see everything. I can see me. I can see and believe. I can see. I can see into those chestnut-brown eyes of mine...me.