Blind
I am a body.
I have hair and skin.
I have height and mass and volume.
You see this.
I am a person.
I have loves and hates.
I have fears and hopes and memories.
Do you see this?
I am not a body.
I have more value than a pair of hands.
I have more depth than the color of my eyes.
I see this.
I am not a person.
I have been judged for my body.
I have been labeled for my personality.
And now that is what I see.