Cursed Word

Nobody said Melungeons,

When I was a kid.



They talked about Mulattos

and part-blacks,



sometimes calling Daddy

and his kin colored Franklins.



so I asked him, “Daddy

are we African?”



He didn’t answer,

didn’t know the answer.



Then I asked his sister,

“Viola, what are we?”



Irish, she claimed, Black Irish

with sun kissed skin.



“Indian,” Grandma Sally said

“with blue eyes.”



But no one said,



Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

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