What horrible things have my ancestors done?
I do not know for sure.
I am not sure I want to know at all.
It was not me,
But that blood runs through me
That same blood that flows through all
the children of the cradle of life;
Diluted by pigment.
White.
Is it absence or all of color?
Empty or clean?
Black.
Perfect or Dirty?
No word satisfies.
Humanity and I need a blank slate.
White or Black?
