I speak a world in black and white.
It's how I communicate.
But it's not how I see.
See, I see a world of gray.
But there are no words for gray.
So I stick to my blacks and whites,
Despite my growth into gray,
And hope the world understands
What I understand
And What I speak,
But I doubt.
The world, I think, still sees in black and white.
And I pity them.
Yes, I pity them.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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