The Way He Looks At Me

He sits there with this look of awe on his face

And I turn away with haste

I look in the mirror

With a little bit of fear

All I see is a woman who has conformed to the world’s view

And I know others can see it too

My beautiful hair is hidden from his eyes

Sometimes the thought of it all makes me want to cry

I want to feel beautiful but how can I

When this suppression sometimes makes me want to die

How can a world be so cold?

I think they want to make all women look old

For now it is only hair

But how much more can a woman really bare?

I feel like I have no control

But that for now is my role

So I will appease

In order to avoid tease

During the day I am under their reign

But at night I take down my hair of mane

Just the sight of it makes him sing

And once again I feel like I am in a dream

The sun has gone down

I am no longer bound

I feel as free as my hair

This occasion is so rare

I am alone at last with the love of my life

It makes me remember how great it is to be his wife

He just stares

With a look that lets me know he cares

He is filled with love once more

As he closes our bedroom door

This poem focuses on the way women used to be treated. Women were supposed to look a certain way, dress a certain way, and carry themselves in a certain way. The poem talks about a woman who feels like she must follow society’s rules in life, but at night when no one is looking she becomes her beautiful self and lets down her hair. Her husband is always looking at her, but at night he gets to see her true beauty and it is truly stunning to him. This is a love poem that shows how woman used to feel and how some woman may still feel even today.