As A Poet
I see through the eyes of a woman,
but also through the eyes of a man.
I see through the eyes of children
as only my experience can.
I see through the eyes of animals
and write as if they would talk.
On occasion I write as a body part,
and also as a vegetable, or fork.
poem by Orlando Belo
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