Do you see the colors of me? My eyes? My skin? My lips? My hair? Can you look beyond them? Can you see an opportunity to see me-exposed? My thoughts? My heart? My soul? Can you see that I want to see you beyond-exposed? Your thoughts? Your heart? Your soul?
Or are you stuck in the pigments of the past? Are you distracted with what is behind me-who I was before this version of me? Are you stuck in your tribe vs mine? Is hate the lens in which you view life through? Is fear of who I could be blinding you to the possible of the beautiful of our union?
Please, give me the opportunity to show you me and let me see you.
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