When you look at me, can you see my invisibility?

Or is it all just in my mind, and is it me, myself, that keeps me blind?

 Or is it that my feelings are so unjust,

or is it really the color of my skin that you don't trust?

So tell me what it is that I need to do,

to prove to society that I am just like you?

To prove that I can walk the same.

And to prove that I too have a name.

But is it really me that you choose not to see,

Or is it the lack of everything you want to be?

Tell me now who keeps you blind,

Or is it all just in your mind?

Or is it all just in your hate,

the hate that you continue to generate.

 I will tell you now what it is you see,

it's a reflection of your own invisibility.