glasses
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She gazes upon newfound eyes lost from her wireframes,
Pause for a moment and you can see her for a flicker
Why now is she lovely?
In this parallel world of film,
we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood.
we are given infinite supply of:
laughter.
gifts.
smiles.
once the glasses break we are exposed to reality.
infinite supply of:
hatred.
Ode to my glasses
Handy,
Flexible,
They are a part
Of me.
I couldn’t live
Properly without them,
The queen did love red,
and so red she wore.
There was red in her kitchen,
her bathroom, the floor.
She prized her red glasses
she always kept close,
for they made what she saw
My eyes flutter open
to a world draped in a haze
a sight so unclear and undefined
that I am left in a daze.
I blink and adjust to the warm light peeking from my windows
I was watching the TV silently
When something was glinting right at me
from the top of the table it shone brightly
So I went to look at this shiny object curiously
Haphazardly beautiful
rocks Spewed onto the Ground
bright and Safe through eyes of Blue
Shade so sweet to eyes of brown
red eyes see it Dead, Rustic
eyes Move fast and catch a glimpse
I've been searching
for a way out
of this blurred vision.
Among checkups and lenses
I watched through pink frames.
Instead I am ostracized
I’m short.
Really?
Are you SERIOUS?
I NEVER noticed!
Thank you for informing me.
I was hoping 5’ 3” would be tall enough
to reach the cupboard
Without standing on my toes
When I recite poetry, I take my glasses off
Not because the glare of the lights
Or the nerves climbing my spine like children on a playground
No, as I walk onto the stage, each step a mountain,
Take off your glasses, the world is a blur.
People messed up, clothes on backwards,
life is an abstract art-
hard to decipher.
Stand on your head, everything is flipped.
I snatched my friend's glasses (a habit of mine
To peer through others's lenses and see who's blind,)
But instead of blurred figures and gray I expected
I gained mind-blowing insight on my friend's clear perspective.
yeah, teach, i’m aware i have glasses. i’m
also aware of what they mean to you – quiet,
shy, high honor roll. it’s not because i can’t see
three feet in front of me that i’m in the
first row.
Hate.
Seems like you can’t function without it.
Have your coffee dark roast—
Extra bitter.
Lukewarm,
Grounds swirling in the bottom,
--Swirling like those hateful thoughts,
