My Eyes, My Life

Tue, 01/30/2018 - 15:13 -- Locke1

There was once a time,

Where I was happy and oblivious,

But that changed when my eye color did,

They couldn’t explain my new eyes,

Then they couldn’t explain my new self,

I grew up a little twisted then,

A little lonely, a little hard on life.


Now I wonder, about back then,

Why did my eyes, myself, change,

Why could no one help me,

Would things be different,

I am sure they would


But you can not change the past,

We are stuck with what happened to me,

Sometimes I wish they regret their choices,

Sometimes I wish they don’t blame themselves,

I often regret my choices, but I understand,

I did what I felt was my only options,

But it still burns when I think of it.


When my eyes changed, no one knew,

What would begin to happen,

How could they stop what they couldn’t see,

They were left in the dark,

Maybe they hid there on purpose. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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