When you look at me, What Do You See?

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.