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