The Black and White War

Am I going to be the mother
Of the black and white war

Am I going to bear 
Rear
Hold
Adore
And love unconditionally 
Both 
My angels
My fruits
Beautiful pinks inside
And beautiful tones outside

But black thinks white is better
She asks "why did God make me black?"
And I answer "because He made you in His image"
But she says "why then is Jesus white?"
And I emphasize, I tell her repeatedly
You are beautiful, black is beautiful 

My white one doesn't have any image issues
He is white anyway, his color makes him an advantage 
But sometimes he wishes he was not as white
Maybe a little tan
And I say to him "you are a little tan, especially in the summer. And you are beautiful either way, any way"

But then I look back
When once I was a kid
I put myself in their shoes
And I know

Sometimes the outside eyes
Starts an angry war inside
Of wondering
Of regretting
Of wishing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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