"Is that your child?" the lady asks-
it's not the first time, not the last
I'm not too sure what to say to these people
who look at my child as if he were evil.
So I just smile and tell her "Yes,
he's blood of my blood
and flesh of my flesh.
In case you're wondering, he is biracial-
and he's not cursed, he's very special.
He has TWO cultures, can't you see
and not just one like you and me.
We'll teach him that true love is blind
and of one race--that is, mankind.
He's God's child first and then he's mine
Yes, he's my child, and he's one of a kind!"
...Marsha Alston
*I am posting this poem without permission. I tried to contact the author but her email address is no longer valid. If anyone knows her personally, please have her get in touch with me. I would gladly include a link to her email/website/etc. |
