Now I See

It seems to me that everyday it’s getting harder To shield my eyes from the angry faces. At one time, my parents walked me blindfolded through life. But with age, their grip across my eyes ceased And the fingers were removed from ears. What I saw, I didn’t want to, pretended not to. Instead, I surrounded myself with those angry faces And smiled, proud believing I was one. And they accepted me as their own. Life was great and careless. But when my education surpassed them And my income laughed in their faces. They slapped me down with that hand of oppression. Now, I understand I can be merry and gay with the angry faces, On one condition, I shall never become better, prettier, wiser, wealthier, or happier than they. How simple life was with my parent’s protective binding. Oh, how I wish that I could walk blindly again.