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| Blindfold game 2 | by Lee Carson |
I am
colorblind.
I am blind
to your colors.
Your shades,
your nuances, your reflection.
I don’t see
your color,
Because I
don’t see you.
Invisible.
Erased.
Nothing to
contribute, nothing to give.
Peoples
without histories.
Peoples
without names.
Unseen
because I am blind to other colors.
We are all
the same.
As you
thrive and scratch and wrestle,
Gasping for
air to breath, to exist.
Screaming that
we are not all the same.
But I can’t
hear you.
I can’t see our
differences.
I am
colorblind.
I cannot see
the crimson blood of the wounds on your soul.
I cannot see
the taupe scars left from still tender sores.
Wounds
inflicted because of your color do not exist.
Because I am
colorblind.
I am
colorblind.
I cannot see
my own blindness.
I cannot see
my shades, nuances, and reflections.
I cannot see
my own history.
I’d rather
stay colorblind.
