Our Eyes

The eyes of the ignored;
It shows mercifulness, wreaking havoc on cancered minds.
There are shallow seldom words that always infect loving hearts.
Eating away at servitude,
however unbreakable they may be.
Throw the dog a bone, and hurt the ones who always remain.
Because mustard seeds were always planted behind fields of roses.
The casual taunts shield some of these defensive thorns.
I suppose exchanging steadfast loyalty for the pain in faces are all
seen in lines under the eyes.
Beautiful with sorrow.
Seemingly and anciently cursed.
We were always scorned soldiers behooving our own throne.
Our tremendous, faithful hardships are ablaze and are destroyed windows of the soul.
Branded scars are seen in pupils,
and are terrible distraught mirrors of recognized self worth.
Yes, we are the shut out-
the walked away from-
seldom discovered-
canonized loves-
of ignorance festooned strangely inside of intuition.
If you look very closely in our faces,
you will remember us in all of your pasts.
Symbolic of the graceful love that lasts for all ages.
I've known you such a long time.