Lies And Truth

I, a black , was raised

By a white woman.

I know I'm adopted,

But she lies.

I'm her son and she’s my mother-

She says is the truth.

‘Look around, there’s no difference,’

She says and recommences with the story

Of a human boy nurtured

By wolves, named Mogli.

I know this whole tale

Is a fiction but she denies,

And again she lies.

He was her son and she his mother-

She says is the truth.

‘Look around, there’s no difference,’

She says and recommences with the report

Of a little lion cub brought up by a canine.

For proving her point, she ignores facts

And again she lies.

Cub is the son and canine the mother-

She says is the only truth.

If creatures inferior to us

Can decipher the affections,

Then it’s better to be inferior

Than to live in ‘most-brained’.

Because again she lies,

“We’ll stay together.”

But I ain’t with her anymore.

‘Black! Black! Black!’ they say.

And I'm a born slave,

Is only the truth.