by Brianna G. Harte
My eyes may be crooked,
but I can see you just fine.
My ears hear you mumble,
but are you listening to me?
I have a heart full of the welcoming spirit.
You would see if you opened your eyes
that you are the different one.
Those who come by my home
see a happy presence.
Those who chat are a joy.
They are not afraid of difference.
Perhaps you are the different one.
One to learn acceptance.
Unconditional love of all.
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