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The Precarious Condition of Being a Half Black Woman

How black is too black?

Should I tan

To make up for the pigment I lack?

 

How white is too white?

Should I flatten my curls,

Then will I be alright?

 

Why must I cope with this balancing act?

Careful, not too many big words

Tip the stereotypical scale back to black.

 

Not enough for some, too much for others

Whose side do I choose this time,

The father or mother's?

 

It matters too much which race people see

Why can't I just be black or white enough

To make myself me?

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Written by
tatiana-cody
American
Published
Nov 10, 2010
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A true story.

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