I love the feel of the grass
and how a fire burns.
There’s so much to earth.
There’s so much to learn.
Is the sky really blue?
Is it actually there?
How should I know?
Should I even care?
People see colors
while I see black.
I live a life
where there’s no turning back.
No reason to try.
No reason to even cry.
Picture all beautiful colors
and say your final goodbye.
I can’t watch an ocean sunset
or even watch t.v.
I can’t tell the difference
between paper and money.
Some people tell me
I’m out of my mind.
It’s not my fault,
for I was born blind.

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