Black silhouettes live in shadows
Shaded from the light of many,
Threatening to the ignorant
Igniting a sense of
Hiding from the window’s,
Fear of being seen out of place
In pockets of a nervous twitch.
Living rooms rearranged to
Protect from prosecution.
Simple vision blinded through
Old blinds and historic thinking.
Hope forms from the moment of birth, then falls just short of hate right before adulthood.