I believe you think I’m stupid.
Well I’m not, and I’m not blind.
I see the things you’re doing, and
I can read between the lines. You
Think you are sneaky, and you’re
Getting over on me? Don’t think
Because I’m quiet, there are
Things I do not see.
I believe you think I’m dumb.
Like I can’t see all the signs.
My eyes seem closed to the
Situation, but believe me, I’m
Not blind! Please don’t believe
My silence means that I don’t
Know. I just know when I reveal
It, I will have to let you go.
I believe the day is coming, when
You will see I’m not blind. That’s
The day I’m leaving, and all you’ll
See is my behind!
Poem by Rhonda Lewis
©2008
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