_____by Teri
Not seeing is not all bad.
Visually though, it's kinda sad
when you think about it.
'Cause see I took to the street,
the beatings that greeted me all the time
whether beltless or handpainted.
I am not blind, I see.
Through midnite blue-black skies,
I saw through your eyes
the hatred, the years of solitude,
the dried out tears and the unwanted touches
you ran from.
Oh, and I will not forget
the scars and scratches left to bleed
the blood that flows through my veins too.
I am not blind, I see.
Yeah, not seeing is not all bad.
I waited and watched while you
beat my ass physically and mentally.
Not literally, though did you torture my being.
You destroyed who I was,
shaped what I have become today,
changed my life and
the lives around me.
I am not blind, I see.
I see everything you do through non-trusting eyes,
a stone-cold heart and too sensitive to touch skin.
No, I am not blind, I see.
I am not blind, but I wish I had been blind to it all.
