A perpetual interrogation my mind does with myself,
must we all have our skins to be shown to figure out who we are ourselves ?

Does my appearance become an evidence to measure my brilliance ?

To prejudiced people, do I have to describe my race ?
Or it is a tyrranous way to find out my real identity, my real face ?

Am I being declared as uncivilized just because of my dialect ?,
or because of my religion, am I being considered violent ?

Too many difficulties we have with ourselves to cope,
but will our lives be even called lives if by our own hands we break the threads of hope ?