They measure my height, but not the depth of my soul.
They admire my eye color, but disregard the stories they hold.
They gawk over the texture and highlights of my hair, but dismiss the beauty of my heart.
They critique my skin tone, but only see the surface of my scars.
They question my unpainted nails, but don’t open my hands to see the strength that lays in my palms.
They applause the actions I perform, but overlook the mental aptitude it took to get there.
Oh what a different world this would be, if I truly saw you, and you truly saw me…
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