See Through my Eyes

by Krizia Joy Guardafe

I've always wondered why people could not see - see through my eyes. The eyes of a blind man where no individual is greater or less.

Where it's not "I" or "me" but rather "us" and "we" tightened through ties. when severed by clans, bonded and collaborated through each mess.

A sight beyond the perception of colors and hues. A sight that embraces not the darkness but the feeling and emotions each person holds. Because no two people are ever the same.

Each one has their right to choose Treat everyone with the utmost kindness. Sexuality, religion - each person's mold. But in their difference is a common name Human.

Because in a world blinded by anger, by difference, by strength, by greed, and savagery, Only a blind man can decipher the humanity in our individuality.