Blind
Lifeless itches,gazing out loud.
Why God
us,black.
Like black was my disability,
like my limitation.
Arrayed with watering blue beauty
saturated with sulfur and determination.
Open my eyes that I might see.
Open my eyes that I might let some stuff go.
Put money in my cup,
sitting ,
rocking the wall.
Blocked by a sighted limitation
denied smells of musty desperation .
Its was not blindness but a loss of vision.
Not blindness but a loss of direction,
Not blindness but “shiftlessness”
God why us
black,
Faulty lines had me believe
I was blind.
Poet Krissy Mosley
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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