The Mulatto To His Critics Poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
The Mulatto To His Critics
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Ashamed of my race?
And of what race an I?
I am many in one.
Thru my veins runs the blood
Of Red Man, Black Man, Briton, Celt and Scot,
In warring clash and tumultuous riot.
I welcome all,
But love the blood of the kindly race
That swarthes my skin, crinkles my hair,
And puts sweet music into my soul.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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4/18/2024 2:58:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very fine poem