
Too often seen in terms of black or white
Religion, politics, and race
But I am living in the grey area
With a simple look at my face
Often mistaken for so many things
The color confusion my appearance brings.
Beauty should not be defined by color.
Yet the very divides by which we judge one another.
Too white for some, not black enough for the other
My bronze skin far from grey
Persecutions of the past, hidden
But still very much alive today
This beautiful amalgam of my heritage allowing me a rare perspective
Of one in the middle, too often neglected.
A mixture, a meeting, a fusion, a collaboration
Is something that we could stand in this nation
Constantly furthering the divide
Is no way to survive
I am not more of one half than I am the other
But all parties would have you pick a side
You can’t have the best of both worlds
Here in this, is where they lied
Our world is too diverse to confine within the rules of few
The outlook needs rebirth, become anew
Somewhere we lost sight to just be good to one another
Good humans in the shadows of accusations, brutality, and murder
To live and let live to those doing no harm
To set down stereotypes and our walls disarm
Making decisions for a side to be right
When our brothers and sisters are being lost to the night
I have felt the war within when my own cultures clashed
Lost in a sea, no clear navigation
Adrift in the chasm, those as so eager to wedge
Amidst it all found my own destination
I am no longer in the grey but the whole color spectrum
Shooting out of the cracks, an explosion of light
Gathering those like-minded, gaining momentum
Here to rattle the system, not to be polite
A new way of thinking is on the rise of being born
Where your notions of black and white, not the skin tone we’ll mourn
My race, my face
Though it might cause you confusion
Is the source of my power
And I’ll let you draw no conclusions
You might think black and white draws a line in the sand
But I’ve come from the grey
And for all colors, I STAND.
About the Creator
Lauren E Liles
Just a sinlge mom of two boys with words in my head that need an outlet.



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