A Protein Poem (2011)
I like it when people have unreadable eyes.
Eyes are a window to a soul,
exerting that energy,
It could be just eyes,
it could be a scary thing,
or it’s just a cold stare?
I appreciate eye color for different reasons,
brown is home,
blue is reflective,
green just happens.
I ask for an ability of my eyes to shift,
when it’s lost,
It was on a Sunday,
I didn’t take a shower,
maybe at first I put too much in stock,
a false hope but a false hope can still be real,
There are people close to me I tried to read,
I still get embarrassed by it,
but my favorite people have unreadable eyes.
This is a Protein Poem from one of the very first rounds back in 2010. If you remember participating in this poem, comment with your role. We’d love to hear back from you!