The Mulatto
Because my mother thought
That a black sin
Was white if it was brought
In a white skin,
Because my father bought
At cost of pride
The lusthead that he sought
From a black bride,
The gods bestow on me
A life of hate-
A white man's gift to see,
A nigger's fate.
O God, who gave me sight
To see my lack-
Dreams of a bitter white
And soul of black-
Must I forever be
Slurred of two races?
Must I forever see
Kin in two faces?
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