Colours of me

My mother is white

My dad is brown

What even am l,

And where can I be found

A heart of crimson red

And skin like milk chocolate

You can’t define me just by looks

I won’t fit in your pocket

Curry and spaghetti

Are the dishes for me

If you can’t see beyond the colour of my skin

Then your head is full of ghee

My heritage is global

And something I should be proud of

To be of mixed race

That is something noble

A pink moleskin

An orange in my gin,

Helps me look inside,

And put racism in the bin

Blue or green

And any colour in between

We are all special and unique

Because just to be alive

Is merely a dream