Just words, justification for disorder,
What I see is different,
What I see is beauty,
Shining, glistening in the sunlight,
It's reflection in the puddles left from the overnight rain.
It's metal blades casting a shadow in the midday sun,
A haze in the distance obscuring the landmarks.
What I see isn't materialistic or shallow,
not a status symbol.
What I see is life, cutting edge, vivid, stark, sometimes horrific images,
What I see is a different view everyday.
How am I supposed to be feeling?
lucky? grateful?
What I feel is pride and privilege,
What I feel is different, an opposing view,
a different vision.
I do have the best view in London,
I do have the best view of this strange yet magical world,
- but not because she says I should.
June 2002
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