Maybe I believe there's more to your heart than colored skin thoughts, thoughts of a blanket death, intent to devastate the space for differences maybe I believe it is innate, truly human to set fright aside for the good of futures, then what are you? Hateful eyes disguise the beauty in you designed to shine among the others but I can't teach through resistant bitterness and I won't speak when it means I only speak to waste my breath on you, on you.