Who am I?
I知 black, I知 light
Light, 
the skin I知 in, 
Like a car driven on the streets,
paint job just right, but yet still I知 light; 
throughout life wit my skin- very tight,
Tight like the chains, tight! 
Tight like the boats, very tight!
Which held my ancestors, and 
consumed their lives.
I知 light, sometimes mistaken for white.
But this-
this light skin I知 in, is very tight, tight like my 
black hair, which is not mistaken for white.
But yet I知 still light,
Black,
Black light-