they wondered if
her tears were genuine
because her pupils were red
with speckles of black
they didn’t know
if she wore contacts
or if the discoloration
was the mode of contact
to her mother ship
as her tears fell in tiers
down her cheek
sweat bubbled from
the pores on her face
they felt that she was
just a pawn in a wider game
the honey trap
to capture a horny toad
no one could determine
her true identity
because the eyes are
the window to one’s soul
and her coloration
was just another puzzle
to decipher

Linette Rabsatt is a Virgin Islands poet with roots in the BVI and USVI who began writing in 1996. You can find her work in her Kindle book, Be Inspired: Poems by Linette Rabsatt, in Pulse Poetry Magazine, on her blog, Words of Ribbon, and on the Visual Verse and Micromance Magazine websites.