If you were blind how would you really see me,
Would you see how expansive my interest in art, in the world or anything?
Forget seeing how I wear my clothes or the color of skin.
How much different would our relationship be then.
Would my poems suffice as enough material for you to decide,
If I’m a cool or crazy type of guy?
Would you know I’m cultured if I spoke a little French to you?
What if I said Commet tu t’appelle tu? (What is your name?)
Would you be surprised that I listen to Bach, Mancini or Ellington?
Or get carried away in thought by a poem by Yates or Thoreau’s Walden expedition?
I’m curious to know, how many relationships I would develop or how many would no be so,
Would my circle of friends change, would it potentially grow.
If you were blind could you really see me.
By: Felipe Patterson