through the eyes of an Instructor who had the experienced as the loving child

How Do You See Me?
Tacoma Anderson-Davis © 2/10/2003


How do you see me?
Is it through the same tainted lenses
as your great great grandfather?
Your see to him I was nothing more
Than a piece of property
My life was never viewed as being human
My family stripped from me
Nothing more to him than a Niger Boy

How do you see me?
Is it through the same shaded vision
As your great grandfather?
Where I ‘m not a man of equal standing
The best place for me is hanging from a tree
As my family watches
Yet is never allowed to grieve

How do you really see me?
Is it through the eyes of your grandfather?
Where I’m a man now, but one of Color
Where what I touch is treated as diseased
And my skin tone will rub off like dirt

How do you truly see me?
Is it through the eyes of your Child?
Where my heart is pure, I can make him smile
To him the only thing that matters is the love inside
That I have to give

So tell me how do you see me?