I, Too
I, too, long for vision.
I am the blind you never see.
They send me to the dogs
When wandering the street,
But I laugh,
And hold on,
And dream.
Tomorrow,
I’ll see my world
When out in theirs.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Can you see,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be stunted-
I, too, am blind.
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