Week 64

Colouring in the lines again
I am black and white
And grey.
It makes me wonder what colour I should
Start with.
What colour is humanity?
What shade
Or stripe
Or splash of paint
Can begin to reveal things
About ourselves,
About yourself
That we didn't already know

In some universe,
In some plane
Of existence
I am brilliant,
I am all the shades of
A fire
Burning hot,
Burning deep.

But not in this plane,
Over here
I am colour
Redacted.
And it is a fight trying to fill me in,
Fill me up.
But every day
I wake,
Stare at my black and white reflection,
And try to fill in one cell at a time.