Blinded
Original Charcoal and artist tape on high quality heavy-weight paper
18” x 24” with smooth black finished frame
“Blinded”
By Suede
Before we take our first breath, the world has already painted our eyes shut.
Born into stories we do not choose,
We inherit blindness wrapped in love,
Blindness, dressed as comfort, as safety.
We learn who is “other,”
Who deserves, who does not.
The colors of our skin, the God(s) we pray to,
The love we hold—
Judged and reshaped in the hands of those who say they know better.
And so we walk, guided by shadows
We stumble over truth,
Kicking it aside,
Because the blindfold teaches us to fear the light.
But one day, if we are brave, our fingers will reach for the cloth
So a question will arise—
“What if this is not the truth?”
“What if I am more than what I was taught?”
It is not easy to peel away the years,
To confront the cracks in our beliefs,
The ones we clung to so tightly.
It takes courage to see the world raw,
Unfiltered, uncolored by fear.
And when the blindfold is gone, we are reborn, not as who we were taught to be, but as who we choose to become
And though the light may burn at first,
It is the fire of a new truth,
One that we build,
One that we see with our own eyes.
Because
We are all born blind,
But the greatest act of courage
Is to see
Original Charcoal and artist tape on high quality heavy-weight paper
18” x 24” with smooth black finished frame
“Blinded”
By Suede
Before we take our first breath, the world has already painted our eyes shut.
Born into stories we do not choose,
We inherit blindness wrapped in love,
Blindness, dressed as comfort, as safety.
We learn who is “other,”
Who deserves, who does not.
The colors of our skin, the God(s) we pray to,
The love we hold—
Judged and reshaped in the hands of those who say they know better.
And so we walk, guided by shadows
We stumble over truth,
Kicking it aside,
Because the blindfold teaches us to fear the light.
But one day, if we are brave, our fingers will reach for the cloth
So a question will arise—
“What if this is not the truth?”
“What if I am more than what I was taught?”
It is not easy to peel away the years,
To confront the cracks in our beliefs,
The ones we clung to so tightly.
It takes courage to see the world raw,
Unfiltered, uncolored by fear.
And when the blindfold is gone, we are reborn, not as who we were taught to be, but as who we choose to become
And though the light may burn at first,
It is the fire of a new truth,
One that we build,
One that we see with our own eyes.
Because
We are all born blind,
But the greatest act of courage
Is to see
Original Charcoal and artist tape on high quality heavy-weight paper
18” x 24” with smooth black finished frame
“Blinded”
By Suede
Before we take our first breath, the world has already painted our eyes shut.
Born into stories we do not choose,
We inherit blindness wrapped in love,
Blindness, dressed as comfort, as safety.
We learn who is “other,”
Who deserves, who does not.
The colors of our skin, the God(s) we pray to,
The love we hold—
Judged and reshaped in the hands of those who say they know better.
And so we walk, guided by shadows
We stumble over truth,
Kicking it aside,
Because the blindfold teaches us to fear the light.
But one day, if we are brave, our fingers will reach for the cloth
So a question will arise—
“What if this is not the truth?”
“What if I am more than what I was taught?”
It is not easy to peel away the years,
To confront the cracks in our beliefs,
The ones we clung to so tightly.
It takes courage to see the world raw,
Unfiltered, uncolored by fear.
And when the blindfold is gone, we are reborn, not as who we were taught to be, but as who we choose to become
And though the light may burn at first,
It is the fire of a new truth,
One that we build,
One that we see with our own eyes.
Because
We are all born blind,
But the greatest act of courage
Is to see