Senseless :: kittana199 :: Original Poetry

Senseless

Senseless

I am so senseless,

But is that such a bad thing?

I am color blind:

There are many colors throughout our world,

Yet there is no difference to me.

Black, white, brown, or spotted,

People are all the same.

I am deaf to the difference:

Many languages thrown about,

But it all means the same.

I am mute:

Racial slurs coming from all directions,

Yet none will I repeat.

I am without smell:

My nose does not turn up

I am no better than any one.

I am without feeling:

Your skin feels the same,

A heart beats just below the surface,

Life giving blood through your veins pump.

We are the same,

I feel no difference.

I am so senseless,

But is that such a bad thing?