Through Her Eyes

She raises her hand in middle of a room,

She calls it out when she feels off,

She dances like she owns the room,

She has the words to describe herself.

She can crack silly jokes.

She doesn’t think her smile is weird.

She knows she id doing well.

She knows how to cry,

She knows how to laugh,

Uncontrollably,

She doesn’t feel like a stranger in her skin,

She likes the girl she sees in mirror,

She can speak up for herself,

She can’t be ordered around,

She knows where she’s going,

She knows where she belongs,

And for once I want to see the world through her eyes,

Maybe it wouldn’t be so cruel?

Maybe I wouldn’t be so sad?

Maybe I would care a little less?

Maybe the weight I carry would weigh less?