What color am I?
Half way between black and white
Half way between freedom and chains
A slushy mix of ashes and saltwater
A foggy origin
A southern origin
and a disgrace to white legacy
Half way to justice
Half way to middle class
A piece of strange fruit dangling in the heat
A fine fruit
A bruised fruit
and a throw away at the market
Half way to beauty
Half way to the burn
A confused mess of knots and birds nests
A sinking anchor
A never ending voyage
and secret hidden in a fold of the text book
What color am I?
A mess of the spectrum, banished to the shade
A living flag of defiance
A beautiful smearing of the colors
yet all of the people tell me I am grey.
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