I grew up a black Catholic in white Mormon, Utah. There the people are "color blind" and don't see any color but their own. The area's idea of ethnic diversity is pointing out a brunette in a sea of blondes. I wrote this for my ex-mother in-law who was the pinnacle of the all-seeing-yet-blind! All Instruments: J. Montoya Favorite Lyric: "Who am I? An invisible man in the shadows of your fear. To you, I'm not even here."