When

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?

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