Cy Nenty Rispoe :)

  My mother bore me in the southern wild,       And I am black, but O, my soul is white!       White as an angel is the English child,       But I am black, as if bereaved of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissèd me, And, pointing to the East, began to say: 'Look at the...