The Face

I see faces

All shapes and sizes

All kinds of skin tones

And then I see your face

And it is so outstanding

Yours stand out

For it is You I am


You I am about to highlight

With my imagination

With my attempt at poetry writing

Yes, it is your face I see

In my mind’s eye

Yours is the most

Beautifully appealing

I turn away

Unable to look on one more second

I see with eyes anew

I see  the pain

I feel the agony

How could I have been blinded by it all

Ungrateful and wretchedly so

I do not really see 

For if I did and if I do and if I will only see

I will cease 

Trampling on the small

Kicking at the oppressed

Fighting with  the poor!