Blind

Blind

Lifeless itches,gazing out loud.

Why God

us,black.

Like black was my disability,

like my limitation.

Arrayed with watering blue beauty

saturated with sulfur and determination.

Open my eyes that I might see.

Open my eyes that I might let some stuff go.

Put money in my cup,

sitting ,

rocking the wall.

Blocked by a sighted limitation

denied smells of musty desperation .

Its was not blindness but a loss of vision.

Not blindness but a loss of  direction,

Not blindness but “shiftlessness”

God why us

black,

Faulty lines had me believe

I was blind.

Poet Krissy Mosley

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