Are you a nonentity, African child?
Some say you are
Because you are black.
I have heard of men who
Change their noses from flat to straight
Their skin colour from black to white;
They say it is fashionable.
But why not black anyway -
Is the race inferior?
Quandary indeed.
I have heard of men who
Patronize black whores with white skin
White flesh upon swarthy,
Swanking away in the cover of dark
In clandestine exploits;
Mix of blood, mix of fluid;
All blurred and barely perceptible
In the shade -
Which is black and which, white?
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