Through their eyes, I am oppressed
I have no rights or freedoms
Through their eyes I’m uneducated
And have no sense of wisdom
Through their eyes, I am helpless
Unable to tell lie from truth
Through their eyes, I am naive
Because I don’t do the things they do
But through my eyes, I am an eagle
A symbol of liberty
Through my eyes, I’m cherished
And demand my dignity
Through my eyes, I am loved
My family believes in me
Through my eyes, I’m an equal
With my own fears and my own dreams
Could you see things the way I do
If we switch our lenses
If you understand me and I understand you
Could we end up as friends?
I say we can, and the time is now
We’ll start by saying “Hello”
We’ll disclaim the stereotypes and bring them down
And by the end, everyone will know
That I am me and you are you
We may see things differently
But we can change and this is true
And this change can be done easily
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Through Our Eyes
PoetryAs humans we naturally pre-judge one another whether it be on religion, race, clothes we wear the list, goes on. Stereotypes are still believed and continue to flourish in our society. Thinking over all of these things I decided to make a poem on pe...
