For every face there is a story,

his hands, her hands, their hands never came palm to palm,

instead knuckle to knuckle, knuckle to face, knuckle to do anything but embrace.

It is hate and injustice, it is not fate that brought upon this suffering.

As we suffer as one race,

built with a trace of two arms, two legs, one heart, one mind, one face. 

Thus, the ultimate design of human beings.

Though there was no lawful case that could justify our humanity

we allow it to happen,

with every face titled to their own categories ruled by stereotypes 

Which bring about fights because Civil Rights go unidentified. 

What is a face that cannot be identified, cannot be stereotype, or categorized?

What does is it look like?