I Wish I Could See The Way Blind Men See Poem by Julian Takali

O, old friend, enlighten me!
I know you cant see her beauty, or her curves, or her smile
I know you live in the unruly shade of lottery
But you can see what my perfect eyes cannot.. The glossy marbles you hold dear carry within
More than the allure glimmering off the skin
They hold tight a sapience so vast You can predict the future without seeing the past

The two wells filled by tears without ducts
Prove to him, her, I, all of us
That being blinded is nothing more than a gift
As a man learns to let his soul speak
Not his lips flutter free
As a man learns to trust as naivelly as I once
Not let his mind sneer
As a man learns to see past every facade
Not turn from the man with the face which is marred
Yet lend a hand to whomever, whenever
Not scoff it away and leave it severed
And a man learns to truly love himself once and for all
Because he stopped caring about the opinions of the mirror on the wall