THE FACTS

The blacks say she’s white,

The whites say she’s black,

The others, they don’t know what to say, so they just sit back.

They say she’s a Zebra,

They say she’s a Oreo,

And sometimes – they might, even say – she’s Maloto.

What is her mother?

What is her father?

That’s what they say, when – they don’t think I bother.

Well here are some facts.

The blacks were right, and so were the whites.

I don’t deny I’m white,

I don’t deny I’m black,

But it goes much deeper then that.

Why must I be – one – or the other?

When – really – I am – only a daughter.

I am not the minority

What – I – am is the majority

I am human, we are all human.

By Irma Sparks
Alberta, Canada

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