Born Blind!!!

for no fault of mine, congenital blindness has been my lot i never fail to wonder how i look mum said i'm blond and beautiful till date what blonde means still beats me i can only imagine the meaning of beauty i've learnt to endure the ridicule of people who only add pain to an already wounded soul it also hurts when i'm pitied with my sister-in-law a constant culprit the clergyman said my handicap is a blessing that it's good i can’t see a world so sinful but he failed to reply when i harmlessly asked if he had ever prayed to lose his vision my family even consider me a burden complains and excuses trail my request for whom to guide me to put an end to my inconsiderate disruption of their movies they did me the favour of buying a guide dog the sighted make much fuss over trivialities can you imagine crying over a missed movie or threatening suicide if not allowed access to the television sometimes i itch to know the big deal about television but television is strictly for those that are blessed with vision so is tourism, movies and countless others i long to be a medical doctor and also to get married and have my own children but understandably, men refuse to look my way i'm now used to the bitter truth dreams and wishes are not for the sightless my thumbs are always sore ‘cos i love to read and it hurts too when my siblings yell excitedly 'bout the scenic sights they behold oh, how i wish for a day of sight to behold the rainbow, flowers and mother to see myself and my dear Stevie Wonder music is therapeutic to my soul oh, its the best gift to mankind though the deaf will definitely disagree have you ever wondered how life will be without hope but i live without a hope of regaining my sight while people sleep, i wish for death but of course wishes are not for the blind and unlike those cowards i'll never kill myself i laugh when the sighted complain of penury or when they make much fuss over needing a wheelchair i'll gladly exchange conditions with them if given a choice 'cos the sun never rises in the world of the blind the need for air differentiates the blind from a corpse however i've got a few consolations i'll never get to see an ugly sight or a dead man i'll never see my husband cheat on me sadly though, that's if i ever get one