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All Eyes On Me MAG

By Anonymous

   I walk into the store,

The clerk stares at my face.



I walk down an aisle,

I can feel their eyes on my back.



I reach the rack of magazines,

They move toward me.



I look at them,

They're still looking down at me.



"Need anything?" a white man asks.

"No, thanks. Just looking."



Why are they watching every move I make?

Are they waiting for me to steal?



Their glare is beginning to burn,

I think it's time to leave.



The eyes follow me out,

as I exit the store.





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