What we see
is the light
the object
of our affection

A reflection of a truth
conjured from the depths
of a biased skull.


applied, either
or viciously,

to our companion without
their permission or invitation.

We do not see people as they are,
we can only strive to meet the needs
we perceive they offer.

This poem was written in class after reading "Hothouse" by Raymond McDaniel ( McDaniel's poem discusses the flowers and the science of how we see the world. I love this poem for considering perspective and helping students use a new lens to view familiar surroundings. 


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