Everything In Between

I am white,

Not for the life wiped from the face as the fight for home continues, taken not lost.

I am white,

Not for the hairs on the chin of authority that slams the thundering gavel, echoing one’s fate.

I am white,

Not for the wafer resting on the tongue, dissolving the ‘body’ and autonomy.

I am white,

But, not for the color of my skin.

Flesh is merely the discarded exterior scraped to the side on a dinner plate.

I am white,

For the dove breaking out of a cage, set free.

For the blank canvas anticipating an artist’s first touch.

For the foam of the ocean gurgling against the naked sand.

For the gown of a lover, sealing her destiny with a kiss.

For the hospital blanket hugging its patient back to consciousness.

I am white,

I am white for the flag that flies above all else, flapping in the wind, declaring my surrender,

Surrender to indifference, intolerance, innate injustice.

I am white and every color in between.

Spinning the color wheel of fortune,

Because when we allow ourselves to be painted by the colors of humanity,

We are electricity. Power.

The absence of noise, yells, cries, and hate.

The inclusion of all color, vibrancy, vitality. One shade of white.

I am white, yet so are you.