I Am Beige and Brown and Spotted
I have tanned feet
mimicking my sandal straps
my arms are spotted
beige and brown
There is green paint
on two of my fingers
I place my hand on a piece of paper
Laugh and scoff
that anyone could call me white
I am not white in the least.
I can see this by the contrast
Even my fingernails are not white
they are off-white if you stretch it
I am no more white than any of my friends
are black. They are caramel and ebony and
chocolate and dark beige,
but none of them are black
and none of them are white
Ridiculous terms that apply to no one I
know, and I know a lot of people.
Terms to separate us.
Terms I throw out
and scoff about
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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