Is what we can’t relate.
Everything fits into our hands.
Then you embrace and still you can’t.
Honesty is brutal when we tell you it’s true.
They will never accept you, unless you do too.
Be it one race, two race, or three, mixed race star?
If they don’t understand then give them a sign.
While mystery lies engraved in their words.
The beauty of the worlds.
Where you intertwine like a prism art.
Belonging and identity is the creation of your heart.
To be the same is the same.
No box will define what a world it can be.
Because some aren’t just white, black or green.
We are we. We are we.