Gray
This piece is about my journey of existing perpetually in the middle of everything, as a person who is pansexual, non-binary, and mixed race.

Hello
I’m gray
I reside
in the space between
all of the colors
and none
precisely
in the middle
for a long time
I wished I was bright
like my breathtaking friends
I wished I shined
with splendor
like the festival of color
I see gracing
the Universe
in a cerebral spectacle
of incredible beauty
I tried
dying my gray
with wine
to be a ravishing red
and painting myself
a peachy orange
I’ve tried sunshine-y
yellow stains
and green gouache
I’ve tried brushing
blue bleach
over every inch
of my bleak body
but none of it worked
not even the
indigo inks
or the
purple pigments
that I pressed into
my pallid complexion
but
one day
I realized
I don’t need to be
prismatic
or have the vibrancy
of a sunrise
because my colors
don’t define my beauty
they aren’t
the only thing
about me
I’m a wonder
of this world
no matter
what shades
are splattered
over my being
I’ve freed myself
from the need
to be like others
I’m me
the median
and I’m magnificent
exactly the way I am
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