THE BLIND

Why when you look at me

All you see is the color of my skin

The gender in between my legs,

Or the beauty that is not from within,

You choose not to judge me,

Based on the lives that I have touched,

The steps that I take,

Or the paths that I already walked

You are none the wiser,

Of the potential I possess

The destiny that was chosen

Or the relevance of my future success

One day you will see,

I will prove every last one of you wrong,

All this criticism and negativity that you push out,

Only made me strong