Looking Through Our Eyes

Looking through our eyes

By Melinda Murphy

When I open my eyes, I see so many beautiful things, like what makes my skin this beautiful hue that I ‘am presenting,

But when someone sees my skin it has a stigma to it, like it is a scary color that should not be rewarded.

My eyes see different when I see someone of another race, some other place, I always think how they got that skin they are walking in,

I was told that we share the same blood, but the skin we carry makes us different but inside of our eyes we see the same picture.

Like if my eyes are brown is the world different, if my eyes are blue is there a difference to you, we see the beautiful sky the same.

So, what about our hair you look at in stare and wonder how it feels, the texture is so different that sometimes you want permission to touch this stuff, but your eyes make you curious enough

The eyes are truly the key to the soul, beautiful no matter what the person is told.

Bright as a star or dim as a light the color of the rainbow all so bright not about skin or anything that doesn’t apply but with the color of love through the beauty of our eyes'.

Many have seen the colors that are blooming, through that tunnel vision, but some are wishing and hope to see that gleaming vision that is truly missing.