I am a string of line that divides black and white
I am a mute rain dropps hiding behind the thunder.
I am a young and old Shakespeare's words jumbled into one .
I am an active volcano that will never erupt .
for I live in a world where I am not purple enough to be purple or pink enough to be pink .
I am like the lost sound in a vacuum.
My parents well they are of every colour
I was never adopted nor given a chance, a chance to choose between the night fall and daytime.
I am black as my father and white as my mother so please shade me with perfection for I am a masterpiece of both race.
© zita