To see like I see
You need my glasses
If you really wish to understand my view
Then you need to see me like I see you
Here, take my glasses
And I will take yours
Though we look at the same thing
Yet we see differently
Don’t you dare say you know me
Don’t ever think you feel me
For to know each other and how we feel
Take my glasses and see what I see
I say black and you cry white
No need to fight or drag about it
If you’ll stand or right here sit
Then for real you will see my light…
–James O. George
(To be continued)
So great! There’s so much to work with, poetry and sight. It’s so interesting to think we all see a little differently.
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Yes we do. Thanks Elle
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