blind

"You must be blind."

My name is Billie and I'm blind.
Please do not feel sorry for me, pity is the worst.
I'd rather be blind than deaf. You can tell more about a person by their voice than what they sound like. Being blind means I can't judge people by the way they look. Black, White, Asian or Hispanic, we are all the same. Whoever made up racism is a bitch.
Life is hard for me but I'm not one to complain.
I have a routine, a strict routine that I follow everyday.
I visit the same yellow café on Haven Avenue at 9AM Monday to Sunday.
And I stare into people's souls.
I listen in on their conversations and make out what they're like.
I listen intently to their voices.
I've heard lots of interesting people.
I've heard about what they've done.
It's like I've known them this entire time.
It's weird.
Sometimes I hear interesting people.
People who I like.
Who I know.
I hear boys.
"Why are you staring at me?" He asked. I know him. I know he acts tough. I know on the inside he is not. I know he is a lover, not a hater. I know he is a protector. I know he is an angel.
"Because you're beautiful."
"You must be blind." He chuckled.
"I am."
"Then how do you know?"
I know he asks a lot of questions.
"I just know."

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