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The Mulatto Problem

As a child, I was blessed Light skin, in a white world I had white friends, white teachers I had white pastors, white family That was everything that I knew to be I had some black friends, a black teacher I had a black pastor, black family I saw color, I saw the differences I saw white friends hating my black friends I saw white teachers demean black students I saw white christians leave the black pastor I saw family both white and black love me just the same. Hate is taught. But birds of a feather Flock together And I flew with any breeze That would have me. With wiser eyes With years behind me, I've flown with the gentle stream A birds eye view of an unchanging world So I've decided to test the current To soar with broken wings Famished dreams Onwards to freedom
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Dec 3, 2016
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#freedom#hate#black#white#birds#culture#identity#biracial#mulatto#flock
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