Vision (Poem)

You're invisible 
Like intangibles; like wind
They only feel you when you rustle their leaves . . . tickle their limbs
You are merely comfort resting against their skin 
They don't see you at all
Just the greatness that you come with 
But I have special eyes 
They sense warmth in sunrise 
I don't need to physically feel
to know what in your heart lies 
You need not do a thing for me to admire 
Said I don't have to need your heat to see you have great fire 
I see you for you
And that's enough for my desire 
It should be enough for anyone
Who even seeks to inquire 
They don't see you at all
Just the results of you; triumph
Why then, do you allow them to have you?
When all they perceive is black and blue 
And by doing so look past you 
Stop performing for these assholes 
Their vision is limited 
And you are on another platform
Your job is to be 
Leave it to your God to transform 
Your invisibility to them will never be your fault 
You are enough
What they don't see is their loss