My Vision
My Vision is special.
My glasses are unique.
You see a young lady,
I see the handsome boy.
I can see who they are,
Who you deny to see,
You deny to respect
Him as he sees himself.
I see past the hatred,
Past discrimination.
I accept who they are,
I'll accept everyone.
My Vision is special.
My glasses are unique.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world