Eyes
My eyes are not
better than yours
and yours are not
better than hers.
I see what I see
through my eyes
and though that sight
may be different than
yours, we’re still
seeing the same thing.
Her eyes see what yours
do, and my eyes
see what hers do.
We’re looking at
the same thing
but we see a difference.
In that difference
is why our eyes are not
the same.
But that’s okay
because no matter what
we see, we’re still
looking at the same thing.
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