my name is Luke DeMarco and the best way to tell my story is through

is a poem I wrote called the frother I was 12 I told my family I needed

Harry Potter which was entirely false but I was convinced something about my vision was something about my

underwater so after much convincing my parents took me to the doctor and it turns out I

closed calculations of optometrists who sat me down in the chair and told this massive thing in front of my

lenses different ways of viewing the world around me he would flip through these pieces of glass and ask which

couldn't tell the difference but other times it made all the difference in the world sometimes

with are color-blind prejudice Our Daily Grind Vines our minds with Lies We Tell ourselves like

White Knuckles claiming I have the correct perspective when my corrective spectacles are nothing but a crappy excuse

to realize I've been wearing the wrong prescription the whole time sometimes we need to change the

our lives need eye exam sometimes our perspectives need Proctor's

one looks clear one or two one eye in the oldest

a short time the only sibling I was the darling of my family tree I was the apple of my

alone my Throne my only child status had been usurped Suddenly by a small

the arms of my parents Luke meet your new brother I was mystified by the small like that laid

the first time I was no longer the center of attention and it felt beautiful

gives us a fracture in our world becomes wonderful sometimes and alternative autobiography is the only

life is truly sound only when we lay hours in the dust one or two which

clear one I grew up in a beautiful home filled with a family who loves me I never knew what

the audacity to get mad when my mom told me to finish my food to a hunger for the first

was six we were in the Streets of San Francisco handing out hamburgers for the Christmas season I approach the man who

a cold slice of pizza from a garbage bin I gave him a burger he said God bless you that was the first time that

our lives need eye exams we think we're seeing the world right there when our vision is placed upon perks

our own privileged no positive peer into the pain of others are Vision becomes piercingly

need to learn to pick the perfect perspective in that can be painful one

which one looks clear one I am a white male living in an upper-middle-class

weight of my skin color I've never been pulled over by the cops and feared for my life I'm surrounded by people

the audacity to see The Cry For Justice on the news and in the lives of those who skin tone with slightly

about this skin tone was out of key with my white washed symfony2 junior year

the books that took an honest look at the days of those who live within black and those pages I caught a

spite of its cars from generations of segregation and systematic oppression you realize

Country Club the segregation laws and we didn't see a hint of irony in it out of people's

under the weight of a past Shackled with shadows of Jim Crow and smothered in racial

that your skin is beautiful as I humbly help us Envision a future what color is celebrated instead of

off as political agenda one or two which one looks

high school I was almost convinced that was unforgivable the pain of my past the

present the Frailty of my future and overtime the mistakes that seems like molehills to the rest of

a lot like Mount Everest when my head hit my pillow at night I was fighting Wars under my skin in the only

keep people from peering into the trenches of my Brokenness with a fake smile and a sentence I'm

the baggage on my back I would never see the love of another again to I finally found

amongst those who know that this world is broken and that we are all in desperate need of a redeemer I found a

has echo through Humanities blood vein since history's first heartbeat I Found a Love in the shape of a

finished even when I didn't deserve it even when I was choking on my own guilt even though my mistakes

know it my God killed death so that my last breath would be the first step of Eternity just

I found Grace in the king of kings and by his grace he's making all things

was 22 I told the world I needed glasses do you believe me

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