Our identities are masked by our skin and hair, br Sadly, we can just never be truly bare. br br We haven't seen ourselves truly, Yet br We are labeled the superior species duly. br br Our beauty is tainted, & now br Our divinity has fainted. br br Experiencing nature through shades, br Is to have our freedom stalled by raids. br br These raids are by our own perception, br Through its unique shade of illusion. br br Being both, victim and perpetrator, br Of our own drama we too are the director. br br Driven by our voids and fears, br We reflect ourselves on our peers. br br Molding our surroundings as the blame for our issues, br We assume a turgid ego needless of any tissues. br br Yet from others we expect the truth, br One which will escape us from our ruth. br br Oblivious to reality we continually remain, br Yet still somehow striving to be sane. br br With no desire to escape this trance, br Our societal acceptance complements our prance. br br O pray, our skin will soon be transparent, br O pray, The Wisdom will soon be inherent.