My Sight
Seated in the back of the room
Head pounding, trying to refocus
Vision deteriorating
I was told my sight was incorrect
My view of the world was inaccurate
The world was clearer, brighter they said
Come, stand
Read what on the wall
Examine this lens
Here, now you can see exactness
In the world, on your face
I could see garbage on the sidewalk from 20 feet away
The 5 years old girl
Waiting for the school bus with fear in her eyes
The blemishes on my face
Trees, Butterfly, Squirrels
Hey, now you can see clearly
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