Mummy, are you white?
Not really, my love.
More vanilla sponge or shortbread, almond, buttered toast,
Known for short as white.
And is my Daddy black?
Not really, my sweet.
More roast coffee, molasses, bitter chocolate, rum truffle,
Known for short as black.
Then what colour am I?
You, little one, are a delicious blend –
A warm cappuccino-cream, toffee-fudge-and-caramel,
Known for short as beautiful.
by Ros Woolner
Ros lives in Wolverhampton (UK) and is a member of Blakenhall Writers and Bilston Writers. This poem was written for her daughter and was published in Blakenhall Writers Anthology – Poetry and Prose on Identity 2016.