My Eyes

My  Eyes

Love myself I do.
My eyes speak my thoughts.
My glimpse says my words.
Need I utter them to you?
Nay, my glance is enough to say it all.
Silent am I to you.
Look into my eyes.
You will know me enough.

Behind my silence
are echoes of battles no one heard—
words that cut,
hands that broke what they never built.
But still, I rise.
Still, I love the woman I am becoming.
Each glance I give
is a quiet revolution—
for every sister still whispering
when she deserves to roar.

And now,
with every breath, I reclaim my name.
No more shrinking, no more shame.
For in this silence,
a storm finds voice—
and in my stillness,
I have made a choice.
To stand, to speak,
to live—
enough.

So look,
See,
And perceive—
My eyes speak my thoughts.

Dedication

To every soul whose spirit has been tested by violence — whether in whispered words or bruising hands — this is for you.

To those silenced by fear, diminished by pain, and hidden behind quiet eyes: know that your story is seen and felt.

Your silence is not weakness, but a shield forged in battles unseen. Your gaze carries the weight of survival, the strength of resistance, and the promise of healing.

May you find in these words the courage to rise, the power to reclaim your voice, and the love to embrace yourself fully.

 You are not alone. Your pain matters. Your fight matters. Your becoming is a revolution.

 Look into the eyes of every survivor — and know they speak volumes without uttering a sound.

With unwavering solidarity and hope,

 This is for you.