In the quiet corners of a bustling world,
Where whispers weave their silent threads,
Lies the weight of unseen judgments,
Casting shadows in the light of day.

Eyes that glance, yet never truly see,
Crafting stories from fragments unknown,
Building walls with whispered words,
In a world where understanding is rare.

Hearts burdened by the weight of prejudice,
Yearning for a touch of empathy,
To break the chains of assumption’s grasp,
And let compassion light the way.

Yet beneath the layers of silent bias,
Hope breathes in quiet defiance,
Dreaming of a day when acceptance reigns,
And every soul finds its rightful place.