Who will look at my heart
to see that within it lies the nature
of love and kindness;
the most beautiful things
that cannot be purchased for cash or gold?
Who will look at my thoughts to behold
the brilliance of magnificent architectural monuments
I create with my intelligent mind;
the good intentions I have
to straighten out the folds?
Who will look in my veins to see that just like theirs
it is blood that runs through, colored in red…
that the words I’m trying to speak
do not need a Bentley or a Jag
to travel through your ears to get into your head?
Who will look in my eyes to see
the little child in me still begging to be seen.
I’m a twinkling little star searching for a scene
And perhaps if you cared to look,
You might find the you that always was missing.
So come closer and look
Beyond the scars on my face; the color of my hair,
That you may see that the complexion of my skin
is not of my sins, and need not be dark nor fair
For I’m a twinkling little star, precious as air.
