50/50

Unique, originality, different Our people bound to these words like religion. One by one these words part us like the sea. Drowning us in our own individuality. Bringing upon seperation,  diluting our image of being one. Discriminating out taste for unity. Their rugged hands run freely on our delicate skin. Raping our harmonious joy. All is one Unique, originality,  different,  dispelling the illusion of separation. We cling to these words like a mother and her son. We are victims.  The individual is no shade of color. The individual is fifty shades of seperation,  fifty shades of misconception. Me,the individual, is gray She,the individual, is grey He,the individual,is grey Our bodies are the temples for society We are all one Me, the individual, is grey She, the individual, is grey He, the individual, is grey We are all fifty shades of originality We are all fifty shades of seperation We are all victims of society We are all shades of grey. - thelma streete