PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

With my eyes closed

I cannot see

the color of their skin

if they’re fat or thin

my judgments fall away

and who I think they are

I must talk with them

and listen to their words

to know who they are

with my eyes closed

when I hear their cries

of their hunger and their pains

and hear their joyful songs

when they laugh with joy

then they are the same

just like you and I

when I listen to them

they are the very same

when I close my eyes

when I close my eyes

and when I listen to them

we are the very same

there is not them and I