I put on my shades
Scratched lenses
Light tints
Cracked partly
To the left end
Speckled and
Slightly fogged

It is my mind guard
And I find time
Mine the mine fields
Of my imperfect mind

Visions obscured
Or misdirected
By my preconceptions
Ignorance and arrogance
Though most do not know
I can tell I am color blind