In Need of Love

Maybe I have to tell you,
My eyes are brown.
My nose is wide.
And my hair is kinky too.

Maybe I just don't show,
My feelings deep.
Or those things inside of me,
You will never know.

And no!
It is not okay you walk away.
In belief I am just an object.
There!
But too invisible to see.

And no!
It is not okay my feelings are ignored.
As if I should not have them.
And you have more.

Maybe I have to tell you,
My eyes are brown.
Skin black as viewed
With a wide nose and kinky hair too.

Although you may walk away,
Believing to dismiss me is okay.
As if I am an object invisible to see.
And not in need of love.

But I am!
And I suspect...
You have no idea what love means.
If it is not drenched in peroxide.
Or has contacts in blue.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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