See

I am 12
In the sixth
Grade when I
Get my first pair
Of eyeglasses for
Distance sight and
The world changes
Trees have leaves
That twist in the
Wind birds fly
With wings
Roofs are
Shingles
All real
To me
But
Never
Before seen
An epiphany of
Sight and it is just
So when reason tops
Belief or faith and we see
What is really there rather
Than the illusion we are
Made to believe by
Repetition yet if
One can see
Yet still can
Not let go
Of older
Ideas
Then they
Were blind but
Now refuse to see.
Do not debate a
Believer since
Facts are an
Anathema
To one
Who
Won’t see.
They debate
How many angels
Can dance on
The head of
A pen.
See?