💖 “My Brown Eyes” 💖
My brown eyes.
I had always hated them—
hated how people would laugh and say
That they were ugly, the color of dirt or tree bark.
I’d sit on my bed,
staring through the water that filled them,
wishing the new day would bring me new, different colors.
Maybe blue?
Maybe green,
so I could be pretty.
That was until I met you.
You said my eyes were the first thing you noticed.
That they were “the prettiest shade of brown
you had ever seen.”
You said they were beautiful—
like rocks on the ground, secretly gemstones
under all that grime, like topaz and smoky quartz.
You said they reminded you of your childhood teddy bear,
the one you snuggled with
when you needed comfort.
I didn’t understand.
I stood there, dumbfounded,
trying to deny your words:
that my eyes were beautiful,
that they were anything but dirt and tree bark,
that they were more than the normal rocks
people kick aside like trash.
I didn’t think anyone could love the color brown.
But you told me they were the shade of your memories,
the shade of history.
You told me I wouldn’t dare call
Queen Charlotte’s eyes dirt.
How could anyone say
her eyes weren’t beautiful?
How could anyone deny
a queen’s eyes—the same color as her skin?
You showed me a perspective
I hadn’t known existed:
a world beautifully written, drawn in pages,
not just plain words,
but words that meant something.
I could tell.
I could tell by the way my lips curved
into a small smile.
I now sit at the edge of my bed,
smiling at my reflection.
My brown eyes are no longer something to hide.
They are a mirror of the earth,
a bridge to the memories of others,
a reminder that beauty
isn’t in being different,
but in being real.
I’m ready to meet the new day—
grateful for these brown eyes,
and the way they connect me to you.