To the blinds

[Sicilya Maesto]

I've written a poem, but it really sucks right now. It's a quick one for my English class. The poem is free-verse so no rhyming or rules. It's also pretty short. Oh well.

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I’m blind
So what?
Proud and stubborn that I am

It’s not a curse
I’m not misfortunate
Not unlucky
It’s not negative

It’s a gift
A chance
A talent
A new ability

We do still see
Far more than you
We listen and think
Touch and feel
Sharpened senses
Making up for sight

Don’t pity
Don’t look down
Don’t think unlucky

We’re special,
In our own way
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I still need a title for the poem....