Joseph Seamon Cotter

(1861 - 1919)

The Mulatto To His Critics - Poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter

Ashamed of my race?
And of what race an I?
I am many in one.
Thru my veins runs the blood
Of Red Man, Black Man, Briton, Celt and Scot,
In warring clash and tumultuous riot.
I welcome all,
But love the blood of the kindly race
That swarthes my skin, crinkles my hair,
And puts sweet music into my soul.

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  • Bijay  Narzary (9/10/2015 12:47:00 PM)

    Very fine poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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