Black Or White

Who am I, who is me. .

Looks in the mirror to try and see.

The reflection that looks back.

As a matter of fact.

I thought I was white, not black?

My skin is ,well lets just say not very white?

It came as such a shock, day turning to night.

How will those around me treat me.

Now I know,  I’m not the same.

But is there anyone to blame.

I really should have known?

But then others around must have recognized.

And strange as it may be, they  haven’t criticized.

I’ve heard no comments or complaints.

Which makes me neither a sinner nor a saint

Is there any need to explain?

My friends, will, my friends remain.

Maybe being  black is just as good as being white.