standing before a white judge
clad in black uniform,
you tower among the guilty grey
with dark eyelids torn.

your eyes still shine with light.

you stand in the front of them,
with curled toes and broken nails.
you are judged for your shades
and you are the immediate guilty.

you know your true innocence.

black irises, white corneas
proclaim your destiny
as you stand before them,
the guilty grey.