I see you staring. I see you trying to decipher what my eyes are saying, the way you judge the curvature of my body, and the way I wear my hair. I see you calculating your own answers to your own questions. Answers that are comforting, answers that cast a safety net on the unknown and the foreign.

I am staring right back. I am curious about what your eyes are fearing, I am sad at the way you hide yourself. I have questions…