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Feb 2017
Only the blind see clearly
What sighted folks fail to see:
That color of skin does not define
Who the person there may be.

Hold out your hand in darkness
As you stumble and start to fall.
A hand reaches out to help you.
Does its color matter at all?

Only the blind may teach us
About what is best to feel:
Color is only a pigment;
But the person inside is real.

Only the blind may lead us
As we go along hand in hand.
We learn from the wise unseeing;
They know us all as just man.


(C) K. Hicks
Written by
Kathleen L Hicks  USA
(USA)   
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