Monday, March 24, 2008

Paraphrasing the Poem

My father is white and my mother is black.

If I ever cursed my father I take it back.

If I ever cursed my mother and wished she

went to hell I'm sorry and now I wish her well.

My father died in a nice big house.

My mother died in a shack.

I wonder where I'm going to die

because I'm not white or black?

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