grey

grey for me is not a color it is a state of being
my world is not black or white but grey
i live in a world of inbetween and i never have the correct answer
what do you want me to say?
what is the correct answer to the question at hand?
you want to know what i am?
i am a woman.
i am an artist.
i am a lover.
when i look at you like i dont understand your question it is not because i am stupid but because i think that your question is.
what is the answer you want?
why do you need to define me?
do you want to know that my mother is white and that my father is black
does that make you feel better?
that now you can put me in a category
that you now know were i fall and that you can make me something i am not
i am not milato, i am not carmel, i am not a cookie or a coffee drink.
i am just me.
i am the daughter of those that have come before
i am a women whose soft skin has been hardened against all the hate that you hold in your heart.
i am not something that you can categorize.
you can not make me something i am not.
i am not black or white
i am not brown or cream
i am everything inbetween