The Eye

The eye the eye, The windows to our soul, Utilized for criticism by our foes, It appears in different colors of the rainbow, Picking at our self-esteem, The eye can be so truly mean, Controlling our minds, Amending us for mankind, Allowing us to fear, Exerting our pain through tears, Automatically judges our pears, And it chooses its lover from their cover, An image has shaped its way through history, Making it seem there is only one way a human should be seen, Ironically it’s the sense of the five we value most, That causes great harm to its host, … So don’t cry, Walk up high, Confide in your true identity and see, Not me, Or what you desire to be, But how God created you to be seen, The eye the eye…