«She was his, She would take his children: Black and white, Right to her own breast. There were times, When he could mix With ordinary white company. And if the subject never came up, No one would notice, He had what they call passing complexion.She was his, She would take his children: Black and white, Right to her own breast. There were times, When he could mix With ordinary white company. And if the subject never came up, No one would notice, He had what they call passing complexion.
«He'd been white, he'd been black. They asked him: black like that?He'd been white, he'd been black. They asked him: black like that?