V Gooding
Contributor
this lens is darker,
more obscure—
but I see things so clearly.
i can see past the end of my nose
i can see my brothers and sisters
We struggle in the warm dark
We find solace in the shade.
i can see the shadows of our raised arms
i can see our words shine like copper
We link our arms at dusk
We exist to be seen by the night.
i can see flecks of gold in our eyes
i can see amber reflect off our skin
We know darkness is not absence
We speak to fill the silence.
this lens is darker,
more obscure—
but i see things so clearly.
