They only see what they want to see

Here I am on the street.
They look but they don't see me.
All they see is what they want to see,
and they hate me because I'm different from them.
Here I am on the street, some come buy.
They look at their feet, daring not to look at me.
They only see what they want to see.
Some come buy. They laugh at me because I'm different from them.
How does she go out in public looking like that I hear them say. They don't see me, they only see what they want to see. Some come buy and scream at me, freak they call me.
They don't see me, they only see what they want to see. They don't see my beauty, they don't see my light, they don't see my peace, they don't see god inside.
Your not a Christian some say, you don't look like one, you don't act like one. Some even accuse me of worshiping satan. They don't see me, they only see what they want to see.
I am beautiful, I am a godess, I am gods child, and I don't care what they say.
They don't see me, they only see what they want to see.
If they know how many of us there are I think they would run for the hills.
We are bigger and stronger than they think.

by phenix stormcloud

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