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Small Blue Eyes
I remember when you came into this world 
 Round and round the doctors twirled
 The whole room frantically swirled
 Till out came you; a round, white pearl
  
 The room’s buzz faded with your cries
 Collectively began a chorus of sighs
 They began to clip off your strings and ties
 As you slowly opened your small blue eyes
  
 You were a precious gem; shiny and new
 Innocent, were your little eyes of blue
 I sat silently- calm and aloof
 Until the man in white handed me you
  
 I stared at your little feet and hands
 Your hair sprouting in small strands
 Around your wrist was a light pink band
 But even in my arms, I still couldn’t understand
  
 A tiny body, wrapped up in sheets
 Is the little sister I’ve been dying to meet?
 I slowly examined you from your head to your feet
 And kissed your forehead, soft and sweet
  
 I began to wonder what life would be 
 Now that I had you, and you had me 
 Visions of us were all I could see
 Laughing and shouting joyfully
  
 I then was struck by the thought of darkness
 Of all the wicked and the heartless
 Of cluttered minds making messes
 Polluting the world with the hate they possess
  
 I thought of the judgment you’re bound to face
 Of media’s stencil you’re supposed to trace
 Treating you like a drawing meant to be erased
 Taking away all the things you were to embrace
  
 I sat for a moment in despair
 Rubbing between my fingers, your little patch of hair
 Hopelessly at you I stared
 Knowing the world would not care as I cared
  
 And in that moment you began to cry
 I held you close and promised I’d try
 To put all of the world in disguise
 For you, little one, and your small blue eyes

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