Who Do You See

Who do you see when you look at me?

Who are you to label me?

Am I defined by the child I birth,

or does my career define my worth?

The curves on my body, the marks on my skin

the scratch on the surface of this vessel I’m in.

Am I defined by the food I eat?

The tiny wins or the crushing defeats?

Do you see my tolerance wearing thin,

or the shame and the pain buried deep within?

When you look at me, who do you see?

Me or who you think I should be?

The length of my hair, the breadth of my thighs,

the laughter or the tears in my eyes?

Do the scales represent my strength or resolve?

Do my scars mean I’m broken or whole?

Do my beliefs dine my mind,

or who I was in one small moment in time?

Do you see my chains or my beautiful wings?

because I am all and none of these things.

When you look at me who do you see?

You see more of you than you do of me.