As I walk through the parks and through buildings and all the places I go
I see the people who walk by and stare at me dully and move on like the rest
I see their eyes and I see the blackish color that has blinded them and brainwashed them for years
But every once in a while I see a person with eyes that glow like diamonds
Most of the time the people that possess these rare set of eyes are children
They look around with their precious gift seeing what others with black eyes would never see
Other times its adults who have these eyes, though it isn’t as common for them as the children
The children have yet to be coaxed into the idea of being blind
Admire the adults for being strong enough to keep their eyes regardless of how much others would like to turn them grey, dark and blind
I look in the mirror and I wonder what a life with black eyes would be like
Then I shiver at the awful thought and immediately try to stop thinking about it
I thank God that neither I or my lover have been tricked into having dark eyes

I used to walk in a dense fog in a frigidly cold night.
I walked blindly without a clue of where I was going or when I was going to stop
I walked for miles not realizing that the sticks and stones beneath my feet
Were cutting me deeply as I walked past
At first, it was easy to ignore
But then the cuts started to hurt more and more
Then as I kept walking I started to limp
And then a limp turned into a shuffle
Then a shuffle turned into crawling
I cried for help as I moved along my hands and knees still being cut by razor sharp rocks
And at the last stretch of this terrible forest of blood and tears
I found a flower
Then I stayed there for a while adoring the beauty of the flower as my wounds began to heal