Your glory
Is tangled up with my fear,
Is cast from the cuffs on people my color,
I hurt knowing this is how you think
Justice looks,
I would implore you
To look again,
But I realize there are blinders
That would prevent you
From seeing things like me,
I don’t want to make your mind like mine,
I just wish you could see,
The invisible ink that’s colored
A corrupted system,
In its very design,
I fear the locked doors,
Because in this system,
It would not be hard
For one of them to be mine.