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All the colors of the race
All the colors of the race
are
in my face, and just behind my face:
behind my eyes:
inside my head.
And inside my head I give myself a place
at the end of long
line forming
itself into a
circle.
And I am holding out my hands.
There is so much
There is so much
in the way we all live
that
separates: it must be hard
for some people
to see
daddy reaching over
me
to kiss
mama in the grocery,
or see
mama laugh
and hug
daddy
in the street.
Sum people
The black man
said
I was a half
breed,
but I told
him
to
check out his
math:
like
one
plus
one.
In both the families
In both the families
that
both belong to me,
there is every shade
of
brown, and tan,
and paler
honey,
creamy gold.
I face faces that I see
in
both the families
that
both belong to me,
and
they can face
my crooked
grin.
Here is every shade of every color
skin.
We fit in.
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