Life in the in-between

Life happens to writers.
Can't be the conscious of people.

It's a world of crazy, poor writers, or
People who don't get it, who think they do
which indicates they don't,
Of people who walk in a different world.

Collapsed in between.

Like not being white and not being black...
Being brown and flowing between the two,
Being forgotten there.

If it were as easy as that to choose.