We look at the world through stereotyped lenses,
you see me as a terrorist, just because I'm Iranian,
you see me as an illegal alien, just because I'm Mexican,
because that's all you see through your blurred vision.I could tell you things about me, all of them true,
but you wouldn't believe me, would you?
You'd go on thinking what you thought,
those rude thoughts 'bout me.I can't help you see.
I can't give you new glasses.
I can only give you a handkerchief,
and give you the power,
to wipe off your lenses,
and see me,
in a new light.
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PoetryA collection of poetry by @layschips1 RATED PG-13 HIGHEST RANK: #295 in Poetry © 2015 by layschips1 All Rights Reserved