What do you see, when you look at me?
Do you see someone being brave, looking right back at you?
Staring down the barrel of your gun?
Refusing to run?
A threat? A target?
Shouldn't you know by now?
We've been at this for much to long.
Or perhaps you see me looking sideways,
Away from you, fearful and alone? Cornered?
How would you see me then, less than human? not a friend?
You may think this is about a particular thing, but it's not.
It's about everything, that history forgot.
It's about the question I've kept for so long. Wanting to ask, at the tip of my tongue.
What must I do to gain your love? And simply,
how do you see me?