There are days I look within,
Within all the beauty my skin and the world blending,
How my heart speaks more about me than anything or anyone,
Especially the man I am within this internal external beauty,
The world looks at me and remembers no good my heart has done,
Looks at the shades darker I am from a light wall,
My tongue no more similar to me like their tongue in our world,
Though the world still looks like I've always seen it
Its the demons that walk this town that ruin me, the internal me,
I look at them, those who are not to be called by names,
My brothers, my sisters, at the hate they portray towards the beauty I see,
The beauty we all are combined,
I thought life was granted to us... To co-live in a planet foreign to even our ancestors,
But hey, there is no cure for this condition... Destruction!
