beneath the texture seen by sight.
right up n under the sheddin that proves there's life.
below the surface of the pigmentation.
we r the same sheilded from the irritation.
behind the shell of a visual display.
closed eyes r the true witness to humanities claim.
blinded minds by light watch chameleons lie.
visually the same in the dark in the shadows of the shadows that hide.
voices in dialect in tone tune differences in crisp.
by the shade of color the victim moves lips.
heard by social suppose to bees way of life. Trapped inside the obvious issue of self never free from the hype.
within individualized so called independent as one.
a failure to shed stereotypical labels defeats what could be won.......
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