I am gray. Not black, not white, and especially not red. I am not one extreme or the other. I have always been the ambiguity in between. Not to say that I am indecisive or hesitant as a person. I mean to say that my personality is gray. I am not a gash of red, the darkness of black nor the purity of white. I am also not wide, open blue, or deepest purple. I am the gray of the morning mist and the gray of the waning moon. I am simple, I do not have the pride of red, or the humility of yellow. I am somewhere in between. I do not have the anger of crimson or the placidness of white. I am just as prone to anger as I am to calm. I am neither the brown of my skin nor the black of my hair. Sometimes I am one shade of gray and sometimes I am another. I cannot be defined, and am just as ephemeral as gray, just like gray fades into white. There is no red, white or blue in my flag. I belong to nothing and everything all at once. I will not be judged. I stand as my own, on my own. I am not defined by you. I am not black or white. I am human. I am gray.