PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The sight of being blind


I don't know why bad things happen to good people. I don't know why God gave me sight for the things I can't see. I do know that the struggle is real. Trying to make it past all you have ever known. Not know what story to tell. The one they taught u like the time y'all went out to eat and they told me I was 3 when he was 9 just to eat free. I forgot my story . Given over to cover ups and sad lives .i can see but I'm better off blind . That's the truth. 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.