Unique, originality, different
Our people bound to these words like religion.
One by one these words part us like the sea.
Drowning us in our own individuality.
Bringing upon seperation,  diluting our image of being one.
Discriminating out taste for unity.
Their rugged hands run freely on our delicate skin.
Raping our harmonious joy.
All is one
Unique, originality,  different,  dispelling the illusion of separation.
We cling to these words like a mother and her son.
We are victims. 
The individual is no shade of color.
The individual is fifty shades of seperation,  fifty shades of misconception.
Me,the individual, is gray
She,the individual, is grey
He,the individual,is grey
Our bodies are the temples for society
We are all one
Me, the individual, is grey
She, the individual, is grey
He, the individual, is grey
We are all fifty shades of originality
We are all fifty shades of seperation
We are all victims of society
We are all shades of grey.
- thelma streete