Through my veins and my heart,

Runs the blood of an Englishman,
White in colour and with a long history
Of oppressing other cultures.

My history has some black in it,
First a warrior, then a slave,
But very much still around,
Very much alive and fighting.

The colour of my skin is honey brown,
Neither totally white nor black,
And yet not very different from either.
I am living proof for all to see,
That it is still very possible,
For white to love black and black white,
Combining two histories and cultures
Into one special one,
To create a world for all.