I’ll tell you what I am;
I am the orange of parched desert sand
the cracks running through like veins.
I am the green of salty ocean depths,
the likes of which you have never explored.
I am the yellow in sunflowers,
the amicable jaundice all over your body.
I’ll tell you what I’m not;
I am not the dichotomous black and white,
the swipes left or right of hasty judgment.
I am not the unforgiving black and white,
the stripes of a prison uniform.
I am not the simple black and white,
the enemy of nuance and true understanding.
I choose to live in burnt orange, enigmatic green, and infectious yellow;
Oh, but most of all, I choose to live in shades of grey.
Daily Post prompt: Nuance