I See

I see your baby blues,

Looking back at me

When I look at you, I see me

I see a little boy, in the neighborhood,

Trying to keep up with older brothers

And a little misunderstood

The other boys and girls played

Games of sports and ditch

And cops and robbers play

I see a little girl, growing up to be

Someone to be proud of

And looked at differently

She says hello to everyone she meets

She smiles and acknowledges

Everyone one she greets

I see a little girl, in the neighborhood

Trying to lead the way

But a little misunderstood

I see a broken family, working hard to be

Something to be proud of

But a little misunderstood

                                    D. Carlson

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