Benighted
By stoggie
The uncultivated stares from tampered visions Glare upon her She walks Her face glistening with ecstasy The colour of her skin Beautifully shaded Yet the blind eyes torture her glamorous heart How they hate what they don’t know I will never understand I despise this infectious, mutated, sinister world Where ignorance seems to be bliss Through colour it's her smile they will miss How can everyone be the same? Why can't we love based on mind? Why do we hate based on surface? Why do we not see clearly? Her elegance is something she'll never see Because the benightedness won't let her be We're not as open minded as we believe Our eyes aren't as naked as they seem When white is all you embrace Life is something you will never taste… Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 03:34 PM PST 0 • 9
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"The uncultivated stares from tampered visions..."