I dream of emptiness and black 
sights through whisper or a clack 
where one could share a snack 
without being put under a tack.

A singsong world with no judgment 
where laws won’t need amendment 
and no one person is under torment 
no body parts to cut or augment.

Where two lovers are just that 
voices together, no format 
no degrading places to be at 
blindness to see past the fat.

Why must we for go our eyes? 
we still hear whimpers and cries 
humans still would push the best 
convinced that everyone is a pest.

Were we made to Discriminate? 
to take our voices and separate 
though color and looks haven’t a place 
Still humans would go back and trace.

We are greedy; it’s in our nature, 
still we hope that they’ll do better. 
But our children grow out from us, 
Our ideals, our curses, and rust.

I dream still