Gray

 Gray

I don’t exist between right or wrong 

I don’t live in terms of him or her

I don’t see things in black or white

I’m gray. 

I’m tired of labels

That are broad extremes 

That’s not where I live

That’s not who I am. 

I’m not trying to lie

To anyone

I never intended to

But I don’t exist 

In societal constructs 

I don’t exist between right or wrong 

I don’t live in terms of him or her

I don’t see things in black or white

I’m gray. 

 We’re told fables

That are just a means 

Of what we should give 

Into this bland world 

I no longer will try 

Just to blend in

I’ll do what I need to do

And will not resist 

No matter the mass reacts 

I don’t exist between right or wrong 

I don’t live in terms of him or her

I don’t see things in black or white

I’m gray. 

My XY chromosome 

Isn’t the be all of who I am

It doesn’t define my identity.

I don’t exist between right or wrong 

I don’t live in terms of him or her

I don’t see things in black or white

I’m gray. 

Being gay doesn’t fit it

Neither does any other thing

I’m living label less

In the gray.