Russian I’m not
And Slavic
Not a chance
And yet they ask me
again
perchance
my story changes
Then, stare askance
Parisian I’m not
And Swedish
Fat chance
But then they query
In hopes perchance
I amend my heritage
Thus remain correct
African yes
We do come in white
So pop back your peepers
And get a load of this sight
Grey eyes
White skin
Brown hair
And fair tone
Alas it’s all true
dark eyes
Dark skin
Don’t corner this globe
On African probe