Beyond the Face

Black sheep, in a crowd of white sheep.

Is seen.

Black sheep, in a crowd of black sheep.

Is seen, but unheard.

Quiet black sheep, in a crowd of white sheep.

Is loud?

Quiet black sheep, in a crowd of black sheep.

Is loud, but unheard.

…

No matter where this sheep is placed, its presence is loud and seen by all.

Like they stand 30 feet tall.

When all it wants to do is shrink to not be seen at all.

Beautiful colors, I love them, yet I appall.

All these different shades and no one can find their place.

Judgement is in every race.

But why? We all have the same birthplace.

Our true identity is missing its place.

When did humanity become so subjugated to one race?

No one looks beyond the face.

Even I’ve fallen into that case. 

We all need to learn that with our unique voices, we all still yearn to be accepted,

And not be misrepresented.

Our voices resonant in a crowd.

Deep in the ground,

Our souls pound.

Screaming “we're down here!”

“Can't you hear!”

“We haven't disappeared!”

The flesh laughs. 

Because it knows all will collapse with a hidden soul.

…

Black sheep, in a crowd of white sheep.

The soul softly resonates, to be seen.

Black sheep, in a crowd of black sheep.

The soul softly resonates, to be heard.

Quiet black sheep, in a crowd of white sheep

The soul softly resonates, to be loud.

Quiet black sheep, in a crowd of black sheep

The soul softly resonates, to be heard.

Waiting to illuminate its glory.

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Explanation

Recently I realized that black people just walking, standing, even just sitting in a corner, is louder than ever. We say slavery ended but why are we still feel the repercussions of it. Like we see a color before the soul or even before a simple smile. Personally that is the saddest part of society, I hope one day we look for character and not at someone's surface. Because skin color does not define a person. We all have unique habits, we all have unique traits, we all have different ways of life, we all have different backgrounds. Our skin color is just a blanket, hiding who we are as the soul waits to be seen and heard.