(A young girl’s perspective)
By jermaine Gordon © Copyright 2009
Men stand a gaze
By what are they amaze
Staring, peering
Is it my ear ring
The dress I‘m wearing
Am I scaring them away
Or attracting them to stay
Is something wrong with my hair
Oh why? This long, persistent stare
Is there something on my face
Or my blouse of lace
Though separated by the distance
What could he be thinking?
I am his last chance
Or does he want to dance
This stranger staring down on me
What could he possible want to see
Perhaps engage talk
Make a date
Go to the park
Is he thinking how beautiful I am
Admiring my complexion
OMG! Is he seeing my reaction?
What does he want from me
I turned and saw him smiling
So I smiled in returned
Am I too concerned?
For my number he yearns
Wanting to come over and say hi
I am afraid not
For now, its goodbye