Thirty Pieces Of Silver & Sounds Inside Of The Head Poem by Rishini Fernando

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.