When you look at a person
What do you see?
Their body, their eyes, their faults?
Do you become jealous
If they look “better” than you?
Do you start to hate them
Without them having a clue?
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When you listen to a person
What do you hear?
The voice they were born with
The accent they grew in to?
Or do you judge them
For being “smarter” than you?
And decide not to listen
Without them having a clue?
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When you touch a person
What do you feel?
A life of hard labor, ease, or disease?
Do you hold their hand
And wonder if its worked at all?
Does your heart become petty
And decide they’ve never known “hard” work?
Do you write of their accomplishments
Without them having a clue?
