Eyes That Refuse to See

Sep 11

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They stared as if I were air,

a shadow passing through their sight.

Their gaze — cold, unwelcoming,

their silence sharper than words.

Bitter eyes, sour hearts,

minds tangled in envy’s thread.

They sip lies like sweet wine,

forgetting truth burns brighter.

I walk through their storm untouched,

for light does not beg to be seen.

Their blindness is their burden —

mine is the grace of being real.

Quote

Jealous hearts see shadows even when you stand in light.

Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

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