The World In My Eyes

Each day I poke my eye

Situating a film over my pupil

Blinking, readjusting

and blinking again

falling into place

These contacts are no bigger

then a rusty penny

But without them

my vision of the world

blurry from afar

I need aid to see

like a stumbling baby

taking its first few steps

So dependent

on the mother’s gentle touch

Without help

I cannot read across the room

like any teenager

I strive to be independent

of those metal frames

Wearing my glasses

I feel I’m being held back

Not being able to live the whole experience

like a capture lion

being held within a square cage

When I have my glasses on

I stand out

like a black women

living in a world

of only white men

But once I slip my glasses off

and slide my contacts into place

I’m no longer different

I am on of the ants

living in this mound of a world

Author: ~ELM~Sister Lou

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