She feels disgusted when he looks
At her young women native body.
She feels his lurking brown eyes
Watching her every move, every breath.
She’d feel his gawking at her.
His stares make her feel uncomfortable
She feels tortured, trapped deep within.
He stands there in his silence.
She feels all of her imperfections
He is gleaming toward her flaws.
She feels her face turning red.
He is seeing every blemish.
She feels exposed, bare, and naked.
He can see her fat body.
She feels him judging her body.
He gazes at her constantly.
She feels ugly, gross, and revolting.
But he still won’t look away.
She feels hard-featured, appalling, and unsightly.
He keeps watching her every action.
She feels like she should leave
His stare is withholding her movements.
She feels bottled up and restricted.
His eyes, dark chocolate, brown eyes.
She feels the courage to look,
He looks deep into her eyes.
She feels hooks of his eyes.
He can see her million defects.
She feels his revolting facial features.
He can’t look at her anymore.
She feels relief when he forestall.
He can see who she is.