Grey after all

Grey, was the color of the atmosphere of my rainy grey city 9/12 times a year that I disliked strongly

Black, represented the color of my Black Panther leader of Seattle chapter family I grew up in and only family I ever knew.

White, was the color of white SPD detective who arrested my father and would raise me after my family cut me out.

Brown, was knowing I came from brown colored prominent upbringings.

Blue, was the blue connections I now had being raised by a Seattle police department cop.

Red, was the thought of violence my father caused and the many he hurt in his red blood path.

Yellow, was the warmth and kindness of the detective surrogate moms yellow hair and yellow golden retrievers I now had in my life .

Me an empty canvas that could easily be influenced and dyed any color, unsure what his real color was with a neutral sense of ambiguity moral sense and ethics due to my highly unusual perspective. Seen too black by the white community of a city 80 percent white population. While also seen too white for the remaining black community I so wanted to be a part of. Now finally sure of who I am no longer rejecting where I come from but accepting both halves of my life, can now see what color I am. I am a deep charcoal grey. That I strongly love grey. That in a world of black and white I’ve always been in the grey . My name is Zay and I rep grey.