I am a grey Person,

I am a grey Person, i am.

My soul,

is the colour of grey.

I don’t have one tribe in my veins.

I am still full-blooded,

Grey in these veins.

I am not clean enough to be snow.

Nor dark enough it seems,

to be good soil.

I am a grey Person, i am.

My dreams,

are always in two places.

My ancestors came from here and there.

All we wanted was to

Be home somewhere.

We are grey people, we are you see.

Some say we should not be.

Maker says,

The greys can be.

I am a grey Person, i am.