LAMENTATIONS OF THE BLIND

They say am beautiful. I don’t know what beauty is

Is it as hot as fire? Or

Is it as cold as ice?

I want to see its cold face

Sometimes I wish to die but

I remember that to die

Is to continue in the cold darkness

That is how I feel.

Yes, I only feel but never see.

 

They say the moon is beauty

Oh! What can I give to see its beauty

People run away from danger

I run towards it

But I have something a lot of people don’t have

I am blind but

I HAVE A VISION.