I was black, a soul that was tampered with
by the past, reminiscing in what could have been.
A book whose story has been written and rewritten
repeatedly. I was black, weak and lacking confidence.
Reality broke my dark soul, I was left drowning in puddles
of white paint. Then I chose white a color for people who
no longer suffer, the color of those who no longer relapse.
Eccentric and vibrant I am white, breathing in
and out of the soul. Finding my path until
the journey ends. I am a wild white, bold
and strange trying to live a simple life.
I live in white with a heart that's pure
I live in black with a mind that's free.
This is where my new story begins.