The Eyes Through Which I See

How many times have I tried to hide my “chinky” eyes?

Open them up wide and dress in disguise,

A most clever way to advertise

The ignorance behind my lack of pride.

 

Chasing after dreams that were never mine–

Available only in a certain colour, shape, and size.

My name on paper was a sentence I didn’t realize;

Phoneticized, criticized, disenfranchised.

 

What does it mean to adapt in order to survive?

Winning only seems to come at the end of great sacrifice.

Having lost the root of language, I can only rationalize

That my vision is my voice and 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝.