Implicit
As part of the majority
Maybe I can’t fully understand this
What do I know
What can I feel
When I see reflections of myself all around me
Can I even see
Hear
The brown and black specks
Calling for attention
Can I understand their pain
Maybe I feel it too
Maybe “harmony”
Is just a word
Thrown out to the world
Thrown out to the masses
Hoping
Repetition will make it real
I feel it
In the way my parents speak
Dictating who I can and cannot love
In what I think
What people say
Is beauty
The beholder holds a mirror
In the way people
Tighten grips
Lock doors
When darkness is near
I may not feel it
But I can see it
Little clips of everyday life
Pieced together by thread
Keeping our “perfect” society intact