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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MULATTO TO HIS CRITICS, by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR.
First Line: Ashamed of my race?
Last Line: And puts sweet music into my soul.
Subject(s): African Americans; Negroes; American Blacks
First Line: Ashamed of my race?
Last Line: And puts sweet music into my soul.
Subject(s): African Americans; Negroes; American Blacks
Ashamed of my race?
And of what race am I?
I am many in one.
Thru my veins there flows the blood
Of Red Man, Black Man, Briton, Celt and Scot,
In warring clash and tumultuous riot.
I welcome all,
But love the blood of the kindly race
That swarthes my skin, crinkles my hair,
And puts sweet music into my soul.
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