The Souls of White Folks Poem, by kespat@aol.com, at My poetic side

Are the souls of White Folks scrubbed clean like a dirty floor?

Bleached like the starched sheets of a hospital bed?

Are they sterile like a neutered dog?

Or more like a blinding light from heaven?

Are they the clear color of a newly washed window?

The color of freshly fallen snow?

The white of a bald eagles’ feathers?

Or the color of granulated sugar used to sweeten cakes brownies and cookies?

Which are then fed to their children to remind them of the mammy's milk that nourished them as babes?

Answer please

I'd really like to know

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