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I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos 
And congas on mom’s pots and pans


Every time my parents would go to work
I’m, I the youngest stayed at home to baby sit
Instead of flunking me for truancy
Teacher didn’t believe me

At home with mine brother
His rhymes rhythm ways he could-have been another
Stevie Land Morris a “Wonder”
Darkness shown fell on me

His blindness was always be
Looked at him as his eyes danced
The earth darting about the horizon beats
“Does he see internally, eternally?” 

The lights were already out for me
But as for him he so already sees
How can a blind person breath colors breathe
Darkness shown all on him on me

He sees what God sees
Do I envision His, their Inter Vision  
If I could see for him. I couldn’t see for him
He who hasn’t seen not afraid of the dark, why, so,
So shall he sees more. . . .  Many views untold

Unfold the dark I’m lost from here lit in the dark?”
 “Yes.” So dark I can see.
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light

Dark dances in the light
Those the skin on my pupil tight
Opeck scales covering mine eyes
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light


I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos 
And congas on mom’s pots and pans

I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Special needs, disabled
Yet instilled, still alive I wonder 
Is it too late to be liked a Stevie Wonder

12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

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