In a world painted black and white,
my vision blends into a shade of gray.
The colors swirl in a clockwise motion,
as if rejecting the mixture of pigments.

Slowly, they fuse into a solid gray tincture.
It is a beautiful color.
The right amount of black and white still evident,
yet the trait to be a distinctive color remains.

In a world painted black and white,
we are opted to pick a side.
Two completely different beliefs,
standing upon their own ethical points.

I am caught in between and seek answers.
We ask and wonder where we belong.
But for now, I will dwell in the blotches of gray
in the divisions of monochrome.