How can I open the window shut by fear Let in the air of humanity Into the stifling chamber filled with rage How can I speak my heart you Precious human behind the lens painted domino You who believes in survival At the hand of this sorting machine Where you hid yourself You whose strength I admire Your generosity and loyalty Makes me feel at home Your warmth and mine Gives out he same heat Embrace me, Hide me from cold indifference We paint the masks With patterns of truth and real Yet still you are hidden Behind a the mirror glass Standing next to you I reflect the hate of my complexion And your ever so hurt History Will never allow me To belong
Yet another day of trying to get over immersing myself into the world that lacks the niche for my identity