My room mate, my friend.
She doesn't see me,
She sees my almond eyes.
Her white-tinted glasses tells her eyes,
those orbs of ice, what is Asian.
Despite the spots on the map
that my people come from.

But I can see her.
My eyes can see through the ice
that keep locked away
the venomous words.
And here I am.
Waiting for liquid courage to melt
and let her opinions leak

When did her words flow
into tears from my eyes
onto my pillow?
When is the day that equality
is no longer a battle
in her mind or in courts?
When will we see eye to eye?
When will the tears stop?