We have come a long way to remain indifferent to what they decide to see.
What we see, they found none.
What they have seen true, we saw and see every day differently.
Different paths we all tread with a love on its last edge.
If we all align to be seen, maybe we will all see better.
…Love does seem to see amiss sometimes, and perfection sees only in its own light.
The earth may be filled with crime. Crime can also clog the heart, but the eyes that want to see, see better without undue judgment.
What we need to see is the first of everything about everything!
Even with their binoculars, they may never see what we reflect.
We as people, sometimes stand to be seen “cowardly indifferent” to a gravity.
We gravitate the essence of our being with fear every time they look at us?
…We could be right about their undue judgment!
Even when they clean their lenses can they see the perfection they expected?
A snail crawls in its own slime; a stranger’s pose is a welcome sight for the photo lens but not the photographer.
When we look at ourselves as women, girls, mothers, change makers, wives, daughters, sisters, what do we see?
Where have you hidden your imperfections?
Are you afraid to be seen?
Afraid to relay your true essence because of bias?
Could you stand your truth or your true likeness?
Perhaps the lenses understand your truth more than you vocalize it?
When they see us, what do we see?
….Not religion, not sex, not races, but the truth they need to see to understand us better.
Perhaps all these will tell a different story?
They may understand to see us if we continue to stand firmly by the gravity of our own true essence.