Olufayo Ezekiel

Freshman - 569 Points (12th of October 1992 / Akure, Ondo state of Nigeria)

The Mulatto - Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

I 'm neither white nor black;
An hybrid of two worlds I'm.
If you see me at home;
Am part of your kind.

If we meet at Babylon;
Do not fear!
Like a trouser, the home of my ancestors
are two parallel lines,
Their bloods are shouting, and
fighting like night and day in me.

If we meet at borderline line;
Do not take me as a spy!
For have been hunt by fate;
The sense of belonging I have not,
Is it the world of the blacks that torments?
Or that of the whites that rejects?

Still, I'm not that chameleon that lies,
If you don't know my root?
Call me a mulatto!
But don't call me a bastard!
For only a bastard,
Will points to his father's house,
With a left hand.

Topic(s) of this poem: race

Form: Free Verse


Comments about The Mulatto by Olufayo Ezekiel

  • Gajanan Mishra (9/8/2015 5:43:00 AM)


    neither white nor black, good writing.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 8, 2015


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