look at me — Summary

Look at my legs My feet My face.

The beaten bruises Hidden By hosiery and stiletto The dripping off Concealer

Look at my eyes Bloodshot and Frenzied In vengeful rage And righteous fury.

Look me in the eye As you spit upon Me and My grave.

Gaze upon me My feminine wiles —that are perhaps called Uranian— Look at My battered heels Torn up stockings Ragged dress

Look at me As I Rise from the Grave you made Me Dig.

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The speaker demands to be seen, and the poem is built from that command. She repeats "look at me" and points to her legs, feet, face, and eyes, then to the damage she has tried to cover: bruises under hosiery, concealer sliding off, stockings torn, heels battered, dress ragged. The details suggest a woman who has been hurt and has spent time hiding it behind a polished, feminine surface.

The feeling shifts as the poem goes on. It starts as exposure, almost a dare, then hardens into "vengeful rage / And righteous fury." Her eyes are bloodshot and frenzied, yet she claims the anger is justified. The ending turns the grave into a striking image: she rises from a grave "you made / Me / Dig," so the people who spit on her are the ones who forced her to bury herself. The mood is raw, defiant, and a little haunting, like a ghost or swamp creature returning to confront those who wronged her. The odd mention of "Uranian" adds a note of identity, though its exact meaning is left open.

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