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Don't Look, Turn Away

Don’t look-

 

Turn away from the

imperfect.

Turn away from the

homeless man sleeping on a bench

across the street from the Ritz.

Turn away from the

woman asking for coins

outside a nice restaurant.

Turn away from the

elderly woman trying

to cross the street.

Turn away from the

disabled man

standing on the bus.

 

How quickly one becomes

accustomed to waking around

partially blind.

Society allowing selfishness

to overrule

what is just.

For we should

turn to the

imperfect.

Because those who

society calls imperfect

do not turn away

from each other.

 

Don’t look-

for you may realize

just who

the imperfect one

truly is.

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