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The Might of Sight


sudden realization of the sin wondering where to begin i open my eyes and see the difference yet closed eyes, in my mind, knows no resistance thats what’s important, right? thats where the heart should be, right? white brother and black sister bonded because he went and kissed her black white yellow red green purple blue these colors are known by our sight yet in our associations they find their might they are what deceive us not willing to relieve us of this civil injustice i want to be rid of this not knowing where to start not willing to be pulled apart by the lies, the prophetic teachings these lessons, which in fact are just pathetic preachings the blind have it right the deaf can’t understand the plight we should be blind more to understand that to judge by the actions and words is the only valid form to be perceived not by the color they were born in that status is ascribed let it be demystified from here on out be blind with eyes wide open verify the power of the mind my sisters and my brothers
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