I See Them, They Don't See Me

Read this poem and then re-read it. It completely changes.




I hear their laughs, I see them play
I watch them every single day
I see them, they don’t see me

I sit here everywhere they turn
I  wait and watch and begin to learn
I see them, they don’t see me

I give shelter and protect from harm
I even help the poor keep warm
I see them, they don’t see me

They do not notice when I get sick
I, for that, break their brick
I see them, they don’t see me

They, one day, will begin to learn
I’ve been wronged at every turn
I see them, they don’t see me

I feel their cut, I feel their hurt
I even eat their kicked up dirt
I see them, they don’t see me

I watch them wherever they go
They can not escape, and now they know
I see them, they don’t see me

They can not run or try to hide
I am always by their side
I see them, they don’t see me

They will regret their big mistake
They will die, it will be too late
I see them, they don’t see me

I hope they notice before their end
I’ve always been supporting them
I see them, they don’t see me


I AM THEIR LIVING TREE





I was on stanza six when my friend looked over and was shocked by how much I had already written. This is the conversation that ensued.
L: "You wrote that much in five minutes?" 
Me: "It's been more like ten... Five would have been crazy."
L: "Still! They're long stanzas!"
Me:"...No?"