Coffee is rich brown Milk is creamy white I’m a mixture of both Am I pretty to the sight? I’m a majority But I’m also A minority. I know what it is to be called dirty And what it is to be called pure; What it is to be called an invader And what it is to be called an asset. But, lo! I am shelved alone The coffee doesn’t want me because I’m half milk The milk doesn’t want me because I’m half coffee I don’t fit in anywhere. The coffee part of me is told, “You should have chosen coffee,” And the milk part of me is told, “You should have chosen milk.” Both parts are told, "Why did you bond with that?" Dirty and pure Invader and asset Cannot mix. It creates a bitter brew. Rejected by both my sides Who am I? And I watch my critics eat their breakfast each morning They pour white sugar in their tea And they mix their coffee With milk. The irony! Things are so much sweeter When we allow the dark and white to bond Without the sugar, the tea is plain Without the milk, the coffee is bitter This world is beautiful with many colors And I’m proud to be a representative of two.
Poem written by Joy Caroline