What window do you see me through?
Through the window you were told to look through?
Do you choose to judge me by what the window shows you?
Do you choose to hate me, by what you don’t know?
Is your window dirty, covered in prejudice, discrimination?
When you look through your window does it show you the clothes I wear?
Or the color of my hair?

What window do you see me through?
Through the window you chose to look through?
Do you care if the window says were different?
Through the window, do we look the same on the inside?
Is you window clean, only covered in what you know, not what you see?
When you look through the window, does it show you who I am on the inside?

Is the window your eyes or you mind?
What window do you see me through?