by Marcus B. Christian
Here, as a guest esteemed,
I do not hide;
None would dare laugh at me --
None dare deride.
For I am white now --
Far whiter than you;
How did I get that way?
Ah! if you knew!
You have been very nice!
Took me to tea,
Took me to dinners --
And made love to me.
You have been very kind --
Begged for a date --
Me -- in whose veins there flows
Blood that you hate.
I, who am cherished
And part of your joy --
I am more alien than
Those you employ.
You say I am a dream?
Dreams do not last.
When I am lost to you,
Whisper, "She passed."
Last updated November 13, 2022