is my palette palatable?

Our souls exist in states of vibrant color amidst a world of black and white

A world of left or right

Yes or no

This or that

The unintentional extremes ignite my silent screams

Begging for fluidity

Begging for middle ground

Begging for…gray area

You know, the forbidden area

The garden where a starving artist can get fed off of creating without constraint

Where the woman on a move can finally unpack the boxes she’s put herself in to “fit”

Subconsciously squeezing her size eight in a size six….downsizing

Where our own terms and conditions can come into fruition

No longer checking a box and accepting what doesn’t apply to us

The skies above are merely hues

What’s really "blue" when subjectivity skews?

We abuse labels forgetting that there’s many shades

And many ways to get to a similar outcome

We outcast those that go against the grain

Or water themselves with rain

Despite their seeds still getting planted

They color outside the lines

Defamed as defiant

We riot even when they’re compliant cause they still get policed

So…what color should I be when no color is truly free?