skin
inspiring confusion
eliciting the need for tidy labeling,
categorization
but what if i told you
that i defy
your neat and
orderly
filing system
suppose that i
choose not to choose
and suppose that i find your insistence
upon my own choice
a theft of my freedom to do so
where will this leave us?
awkwardly
in that vast grey space
between black and white
where only one of us feels uncomfortable
and suppose that i find your insistence
upon my own choice
a theft of my freedom to do so
where will this leave us?
awkwardly
in that vast grey space
between black and white
where only one of us feels uncomfortable
your discomfort
no longer holds power
over me
but it causes me
to hide my smirk
behind my hand
for i am developing
a fondness, you see
for categories
other than
colour
i am learning
the voyeuristic pleasures
of watching
the fantastic collision
between ideals and realities
the good news is, however
that Reality is merely Perception
and is subject to Choice
vive la liberté de choix!
for Shaina. I do not know the way, but I will hold your hand through the Grey space, darling.
The painting is, "Brown Girl (After The Bath)," by Archibald Motley, Jr.
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