What My Eyes See Now

Sadly we are a product of our upbringing... We were taught to see in color but not of speaking... Not long ago I met a lady from Kenya who changed my eyes... Not a racist by any means, I just never had a chance to test the why's... She is covered in beauty in and out, with a heart so deep and a soul that shouts... She taught me to express myself in anyway, from words to painting just have my say... I don't see her as black or white, just an angel who took my heart to flight... The words you read today are an influence of what she gave me and how I've grown.... Without her in my life these words wouldn't be shown... I can never pay back this lesson learned in race, for I am forever grateful and just see Wendy, not in color just true beauty and grace... 1st palce in PD Best Dedication poem. btw this poem is in my book and in the dedications and thank you's I thank her also.. by Michael J. Falotico