Disowned

No one to call your own

No one to claim your lifeless soul

Nothing remains.
Black or white

No colours.

Never any room for failure

No experimenting

No in-betweens

No maybes

Nothing.

Black or white

Wrong or right

No explaining

No understanding.

Black or white

It either fits

Or doesn’t

Right!

Wrong!

No will to go on

There is grey.

More to life

Much more to say.

No one understands.

Black or white

Success or shame.

Disgrace or honour

Always the same.

Black or white

Humdrum

You cannot want more.

Black or white

The end.

This is all.

You endure.

Black or white

Ordinary.

A good name guaranteed.

Black or white

Simple,

Never reaching for more than can be.

Black or white

You settle

Something if nothing at all.

Still gnawing at your core

The greatness in you calls.

Black or white

It is everything

Or nothing at all.

Black or white

Constrains you.

Black or white

You fall.

Black and white

The tone

When your lifeless self they leave.

Black and white

It has ended.

Colour stifled.

You had not the time you need.

Black and white

Time moves on

No one understands.

Black and white

No reasoning.

An End –

Why such choice.

Black and white they go on

Labeling spirits who dare to break free

Who dare to fall flat on their faces

Who dare to be truly happy.

Black and white

No room ever,

Only few mistakes

Reform – catch yourself.

Go back to the black and white state.

-Vanessa Narine