Can you see?
Watch me, as I, appear before your very eyes.
Monochrome?
You are wrong.
I am
only, the person who you refuse to see.
Do you see me at all?
I walk with the world in my hands,
and your filters between my thighs.
It does not matter who you think I am
for I am solely my own creation.
I took dust in my palm and
I made the world
without your vision.
I exhaled and wind blew through the Sahara
Don't you know that I
and only I
cried the ocean from these two eyes
20/20 vision, not sepia.
The reason you don't see me,
is because I am too large
too expansive for your small frame
and simple guise
But that, my child,
is the reason why.
You will never understand
My pep in my step
It is over your head
and beyond your sight.
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