Black Box

Time after time
You judge us
Sort us out
And put us in
Boxes, boxes
And what if
We don’t fit?
You just cram
Us in or you
Pull us in two
And put us in
But you
Don’t care
Because you
Don’t feel
How we feel.
You have
Thousands of boxes
To put us in
But one day
You’ll be
Put in a box
And judged.
Maybe then
You would of
Thought twice
And not
Judged us