Poetry, Taos Writing Retreat Issue

I see you,
Long, dark strands of hair,
Marks of puberty upon your cheek,
Clavicles beneath your skin,
Curves upon curves,
Eyes deep brown and secret. 

I see you,
In classrooms,
In offices,
Among the many
And defined by the few. 

I see you,
In dreams of vivid color,
With eyes wide
And searching
For understanding. 

I see you,
Stigmatized unknowingly
Simply for being,
Out of place
In a world
With fear of the unknown. 

I see you,
In my mirror,
Someone educated,
Mentally ill. 

I see you,
As you are
Waiting for change,
And not seen as different.


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