Black...
Grey....
White...
I am as black as ebony when I grab silver from the priests
But,
Am I really dark black when I return the silver to the priests?
Are you not seeing me turning grey?
I am as black as ebony when I kiss and betray my master
But,
Are you not seeing me turning white when voices in my head lead me to a rope?
Why do you keep telling me you see only dark dark black?
Never grey.
Never white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem