Black and White

I hate to say that....

I used to think that I was white. All the neighbor said that to me. They were black. All of them, but me. I wasn't a part of them. At that moment, all I want was to meet my white friends, the place where they said I belong to.

Years later, finally, I came to a home of white. A place where at least I could feel that I belong to. But I was worng. They said I was black. I neither a part of them. I was so fucking confused. I tried to find home, the place where I belong to. 

Then I asked to God, was I white or black? He said that I was born to be both, black and white.

But why they saw me in only one side? The different side? Because people tend to see something in you that is different from them. 

Then I simply grew up without a home because I belong to both, that simply I belong to nothing. I would never be a whole black, neither white. 

Every day I had a fight against the mirror. She's so fucking stupid. Messy hair, lousy same dirty t-shirt, big head, red bracelet. She talked to her cold beer each night. She hated to be alone, but she always annoyed people. Her laugh, cry, words, movement, always against nature. Something with her that always made people think that she's freak. Wrong hair colored, wrong dress, wrong shoes. Even I always hate her. She's my worst enemy. I screamed at her, she screamed to her cold beer. That screamed turned into tears. No one dare to touch her when she's up because she gets higher than Tokyo Skytree.

I take her out into reality. They're weird. Everything are different from me. From us. 

Too much talked, too much fat, everything are wrong. Stupid girl. Born in a wrong time and space.

Be nothing. Scream to no one. Cry with no reason. Born withour parent. Die alone with a black hollow in heart.

That day, I found myself. The same day when I lost myself. Same day where I realized the home that I'm searching this whole time is always there inside me. Inside that freak girl behind the mirror.

I'm white and black at the same time. There is no reason for me to draw a grey line between white and black just to explain my position, because I'm not and never be grey. Even standing in white and black makes me neither be black or white, But I have to say that
I'm Black and White, both at the same time.