i am your Gray baby
but please let me spell it Grey.
i always joked about it, to tell the truth,
but Oreos really are my favorite cookies,
and even though Black is my favorite color,
i do look better in White.
on those standardized tests, i racked my brains.
Black? White? both?
somehow, even in fourth grade,
i knew no shaded bubble or bubbles would ever do.
i'm not an "Other."
call me your Grey baby,
but be sure to laugh a little,
so i know that it doesn't really matter.
when i cry, they're not Grey tears.
and when i laugh, it's not a Grey laugh.
and when i smile, it's not a Grey smile.
and when i dream, they're not Grey dreams.
so love me like you'd love any other baby.
not ignoring the Grey. and not because of the Grey.
just love me because i'm your Baby.
Note: This poem is written for and inspired by Anonymous in Beverly, author of "Stop Making My Baby Gray," in the November, 1991 issue of The 21st Century.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.