I AM VISION, poem
No one could see what I saw.
Early in life, I felt my ambitions were too big for this WORLD.
I was convinced I was born at the wrong time, in the wrong place!
My aunt called me an “Old Soul.”
I hated injustices.
“This is not fair!” I would tell my mother, “I’m going to do something about it!”
“You’re young my daughter, your aspirations will change as you grow older,” she would answer. “You will soon realize that one person cannot change the world.”
I hate injustices.
I hate racism, classism, sexism…
I am one person.
I hate inequalities.
“This is human nature,” I can hear my father say. “You can’t change human nature.”
I am not one person.
I am not gender.
I am not race.
I am not class.
I am VISION.
Hard being a visionary when the rest of the world is blinded by …
Can YOU see what I see?