SN (13th October 1980 / lagos, nigeria)

Mullato Or Black

One cannot be short
And tall both at once
You're either rich or poor
The in-between is boring

Mullato does not claim birth
At the bellows and heat
Rightfully maybe on the grass
A hoe perhaps, not likely the furnace

Gray, is this the colour of metal
That has been kilned?
But the brunt of heat
Makes charcoal deeply swarthy

Or else who can say
That the sun of the African jungle
Is not in whole or in part responsible
For our black, black faces.

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i have had a few friends of mixed parents and this question has troubled them since childhood. who are they? how do they fit in? what is their culture? this is a great topical poem. Jake