Passing

Hiding in your own skin

Must have been so hard

On you My Dear Pappa

So afraid you wouldn’t pass

Living that sad and tired lie

Never really fitting in anywhere

I understand the fears you had

I do not find you weak in any way

For telling me they call us coloured

For we come in many colours

 

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