Behind My Eyes

There Are Thoes

There are those, those who can stare into your soul,
with light eyes, and see nothing there.
Those who can hear our thoughts
and know what lies in our hearts, better than any other.
Those few angels that see straight past our expressions,
but can find a better answer lying on the sheets of music,
that our breath creates with each emotion.
Those who would have never known that skin had a color.
Those who never saw the trash blown around their streets.
Those who never saw the exploiting of bodies.
Those who never saw how big his eyes got when I knew he was on drugs.
Those who never sighted the fire in our trees.
Those who never witnessed death from illness,
as someone they should have been closer too, lied in an open casket.
Those who never witnessed murder,
as that unknown man lied on the pavement, with a perfect circle in his head.
Those who never seen the tears from a mother,
that learned her son was lying all that time.
Those who never experienced the generations thought of hating your own face.
Those who never seen the cuts on her skin.
Those who never watched as their father drifted away.
Those who never saw the blood trickling down her ear
after he pulled her earring out and beat her.
Those who never had to see the names of the people who wronged them.
Those that don't care about your fashion, makeup or hair.
Those that don't care about your size or proportions.
Those guarded and led through a world that saw them as lesser,
a dying world all the same.
Those who only can hear the story.
Those who had their eyes stolen by God.