When the lights go out...

Watchin thought put into play... Lookin at ignorance claim a race... Sticking to the shade of skin... Yet, what happens when if one gets along with an other as a friend..? Caught in the crossfire of those who say these are my people... Abandoning humanity to act as a single culture as minds get lost in the hay lookin for the needle... In between societies version the cracks are finely tuned... Taught to stick to one's own by peers quietly being doors on mute... Becoming disowned by those who don't want us to be like self... As if we can't be like any one else... Seems individuality rides on what humans are supposed to be by terms n conditions of where they're from... Absent minded to the fact that it's all land when the day is done... Sense can neva be made of the division when the lights go off... Bcuz unless someone tells u in the dark what they look like we're all the same as confused n lost... Grabbin hands n followin suit into someone else's way of thinkin... Jus wantin to fit in with the similarities that sight gets to seeking... Teaching it's us against them as morals doesn't have a choice due to fear... As it goes, don't turn own ya own or color loses in the mirror... Shamed by those in packs of hate that cannot accept none of us are exactly the same...  Actin like character is something that'll tare away at their lil game... For beneath the surface men n women are different as well... Running around with a kiss n tell... Judged is what comes from interracial relations out in the open... As weight, height, style is shared by multiple personalities through self devotion... Something that isn't allowed bcuz of the way the world is set up through domination... Getting that look in return of what's the hesitation... Pickin n plucking out the obvious bcuz it's the easiest to see... Forgettin we're all here livin with the fucked up mindset afraid to breathe... For words thought up to be spoken might get us shunned... Thing is expressions can say fuck what they think for what one person has to give comes in the form of luv... Not to jus one but to those more like us without the labels that restrict us... Yet to unlearn their way of life would mean we'd be the outcast that turned on the nonsense of all the fuss...