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She’s not a colour to me

They thought that my mummy adopted me,
Well, I look black and she looks white you see.
Now people ask if I’m your nanny, then
Look like someone mixed up the recipe.
‘How could she possibly be your baby?’
Why because she’s not a colour to me.
‘How could she possibly be your baby?’ Why because she’s not a colour to me. Click To Tweet
Mama Grace

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11 Comments

  1. randommusings29 randommusings29

    Love this – great poem and a great message
    Thanks for linking up to #AnythingGoes 🙂
    Debbie

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