The First Step Feb. 2011 - Page 25

The Colour of My Face by Can you see my face, the one that’s staring you in the eyes? It’s as you see it. It’s no different. There is no disguise. Do you see who I am, does it change me? Am I black enough, for you to accept my ancestry? Do my eyes have to be brown? And my skin, as dark as night? Ricky Macourt Am I dark enough to wear the scars of my people’s plight? Is my nose wide enough, can you see who I am, or do I have to explain myself again and again? I have my mothers eyes, and the hair of my father. One’s black, one’s white, do I have to explain further?