The deafening silence holds tranquility to the mind

And opens the door for unwanted battles of thoughts

As you sit in your room where there is no wind to find

Going out is the least option in this cruel world full of bots

As the room turns grey, the familiar loneliness sips in

Like a blanket to protect the steady beat of your heart

Coloring the world in hues of black to conceal your skin

Yet people pursues to dig your grave for you to depart

Trapped in this room, the outside world is visible in screen

Where negativity spreads and fake news about you reeks

And the technicolor world displays you inside the sheen

Keyboard clicks louder and tears roll down your cheeks

"Does my color makes me a target?" you ask doubtfully 

Inside the screen, sadness nor light laughter is not allowed

You call out with a small voice yet none listens truthfully

Silent tears continue to roll for it is scary to cry out loud

I think they are right - tongues can cut the skin with a word

Keyboard, mouse and phone can kill someone with sadness

I think they are right - pen indeed is a mighty sword

Yet little did they know, internet is the mightiest

Oh hues of black, when being born with hues of black!

Discrimination, racism, injustice, violence

Oh hues of black, when being born with hues of black!

Bullying, instability, still no one listens

For you who can't share sadness nor joy to the world

You, who is like a weak flower at the end of the cliff

For you who is restricted to grow with the meadow fold

You, who's happiness is slowly drifting like a leaf

I raise my hands up high and bestow upon the Lord

To pray that may God open doors for you to be happy

In your darkness, I will shine a light until you get old

and wish that may my hopes reach and lift you truly