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The Same Old Me...

The Same Old Me...

People often ask me if I consider myself black or white
I often answer "What does it matter, both answers are right!"
I was born in a time when skin color mattered to people deeply
But as a child of mixed background I understood completely
I'd have to take shit from both sides no matter what I tried to do
And so most of the time I'd prepare myself so well I could not lose
Because losing ANY battle could hurt not just me but my entire family
We had no room for error, we had to over achieve just to sit at same table
With any and everybody, judging every deed and simple mistake
We banded together, studied all the time, or we'd be pissed on with hate
Well what I'm trying to convey, is that depending where we were
We could be anything, mulatto, Puerto Rican, it didn't really matter
What really mattered was that we learned to choose our friends
For in the black and white of it all, it's friends that hang in the end
And I have felt so fortunate to come through all of it unscathed
I owe it all to friendship and those early trails we blazed, together
Hand in hand, Black and White..forever kind of friends
The kind I still hold onto and treasure constantly
Coz no matter what I'm doing, I'm still the same old me........

Tony Taylor  (Chicago) 



 

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Tony Taylor,

Many thanks for your condolence message.

The below lines are amazing, My applause, My vote

  • I owe it all to friendship and those early trails we blazed, together
  • Hand in hand, Black and White..forever kind of friends
  • The kind I still hold onto and treasure constantly
  • Coz no matter what I'm doing, I'm still the same old me........
  •  

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Tony Taylor

Hi Mr. Maveli.......so good to have you back sir........thanks for taking the time Mr. Maveli...........big smiles.......tony  xx

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Georgina Richardson

T` another superb piece and very well written of your own experience`s throughout your life. I`ve always said many times that we are all humans and all exactly the same on the inside. We all bleed red blood and we are different shades of brown because white people are not truly white we are at the lightest end of the colour brown. All of us turn brown under the sun. It`s where we live that determines what shade we are because different countries have different temperatures and we all descendents of the primates. So racist remarks are bullying and just simply very wrong. If I was standing next to you when someone made a racist remark, boy would they get a severe lecture from me and they would go home severely embarrassed you can be sure of that sweety. That`s how strongly I feel about that subject. I personally wouldn`t care if I met anyone that was green with pink spots as I said we are all exactly the same on the inside aren`t we? I love you sweety, G xx

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Tony Taylor

Georgie, you are too funny you seem to be more appalled by this subject matter than even me..........I would love to see you stick it to 'em...............your friend......tony  xx

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Susan Birch

Tony this says everything that needs to be said about colour, apartheid, bigotry, etc.  

And you have said it so damned well.   Hold your head high dear friend :D

Sue xxxx

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