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Blind

Mama,
I can’t see
Not a thing

Mama,
Everything is blurry
And flume felled

Mama,
Where are we?
Why is everything invisible?

Mama,
Why is it scratchy?
Why is it rough?

Mama,
It isn’t fair
I’m only five

Mama,
Why am I
Blind?

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  • XXonlyhumanXX
    December 12, 2008

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    wooww...

    This truly touched! I love how u always put 'Mama'. This poem is like it is made of a child, but has A LOT of EXTRAODINARY AND POWERFUL words.... I love this. KEEP IT UP!!!