I was white washed black, too light to be right, to dark to fit in. Having mixed blood is my only sin. I was white washed black to far gone to turn back. Denying one side of one's self, makes you some one else. I was white washed black. No longer African for my blood has been touched by the slave master, and the native american and my Jewish forefather's I am white washed black. Because one drop of African blood used to mean you were only partially human. So in assauging guilt we were given a choice. And when given the voice, we decided ,"I can't turn back" I'm Black! I was white washed black! Should I call my race other and deny my sister or my brother. I WAS......white washed black to light for my color? How insane does that sound. I was lighter than my mother and my brother. Does that mean mom tipped around. I was white washed black. From generations before and times when darker brother's and sisters reigned as Kings and Queens. They knew who they were and were proud of it. Tell me my brother and sister, where do we fit. Now a nation of people of color, white, brown yellow, black ,red brother! Lookin we don't know the sameness of each other. It is time this poet looked further. I was white washed black!