Judgment,

born long before the human eye could recognize its own kind.

Racism,

born long before the human mind could recognize its own lie.

Stereotypes, assumptions, titles,

all born long before one could recognize its own fate.

All born as one,

aiming to believe in the same faith.

Together as a whole

yet

divided by the pigment of our skin,

and the clothes we wear to protect the flesh and bones we all once shared.

Words meant to express our feelings in a kind way

instead

leaving one shredded and ripped from outside-in.

Leaving us hopeless

and soon to be,

dead.