A Tribute to The House on Mango Street

Do You See Me? (A tribute to Sally)


I see you
whispering behind my ear
gazing into my cleopatra black eyes.

I see you
acting like an idiot
wanting to run your fingers through my silky hair

I see you
wishing that you had my looks
envy sparking through your fingertips

I see you
spreading rumors behind my back
talking about a bad reputation
being a traitor
instead of a best friend
hating me
instead of loving me
beating me
instead of hugging me
or giving me a kiss on the cheek

Do you see me
when I walk home
afraid of what lies inside?

Do you see me
when my stomach leaps to my throat
when I know I have nowhere to hide?

Do you see me
When I come to school
with scars and signs of hurt
that invade my face?

Do you see me
when I hide my pain with beauty
cover it up with make-up
and a flirtatious atmosphere? 

Do you see me
when he loses control
with that belt
and that buckle?