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

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