SENSITIVITYA Poem by Linda Crawford Ortiz...are we really using our senses to their fullest capacities?When we are touched by the eyes of genius and call it madness It's because we don't feel the possibilities When we listen with the ears of a self-proclaimed music-lover and label the results as nonsense It's because we can't hear the music When we are lucky enough to view a canvas by Degas or Picasso andcan't find equal beauty in both It's because we do not truly see the similarities When we are exposed to the aroma of freedom and meet it with questioning stares and turned-up noses it's because our skin is permeated by the stink of prejudice accumulated through centuries of persecution So When we call ourselves "Friend" What are we offering to our other self? © 2008 Linda Crawford OrtizAuthor's Note
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Added on March 4, 2008Last Updated on March 5, 2008 AuthorLinda Crawford OrtizForeskin Remnants (right outside Elk'slip)--turn right at Mason Jar Junction: Big trailer on the left, OHAboutgood bye... more..Writing
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