In the world of my beauty,
You’re a blind man,
Who can’t see my skin’s light,
Can’t even look into my ocean blue eyes.
If your ears were eyes,
You’re blind in your ears,
You can’t see the beauty speech,
Can’t read the queen’s poem.
If noses were eyes,
You remain blind,
To see the beauty of my scent,
To perceive the damsel in my breath.
If your mouth were an eye,
You’re blind in your mouth,
So you stave for my love portion,
Muttering your ironic truth.
If your toes were eyes,
You’re again blind,
To walk on loves flowered ocean,
You’re too lame to walk with love.
In the world of my beauty,
You’re the special need individual,
For you condemn an apex beauty,
While I see beyond your blindness.
DOK, 2025.