Gazing from my Windows
Oressie Simmons


Will society eventually weaken and numb me, blinding my eyes to what I’m actually supposed to see!



From these windows in which I stand I’m able to gain a glance of the meager and as well as the grand.


Although they measure just .09 I’m able to define.

Life!


For it’s not the lavish, beautiful or gangster images I observe or any other adjective selfish self-promoting sounding verb.


By treating others how you want to be treated because by going so evil will always be defeated.

Do ya’’ll think?


So why not embrace the differences in one another because the human race will go heaps further turning my foe into my brother.



For my window represents a lens, enabling me to see great compassion as well as the deplorable sins.

Of society!



My human filters are always in focus allowing me the time to recognize and notices the real from the bogus.

In situations!



Showing me humanities’ bigotry, racism and prejudice from above, my windows give me a perfect view on how people love.

As well as hate.



These windows have been my key, giving me the insight where before I could not see, allowing me to diagnose society as it must be.


So what if I see all the clues and the world still eventually lose, for who can I blame for I have no team in this game and if I lose and the world win it’s still the same, a damn shame yet I’ll be still looking out my windows the same.