Poetic story of a man no-one expected him to become President especially the white people. Although he has half-black genes, he worked and achieved.
I loved a man. He had black skin, His love was tender, serene.
From him I gave birth to my Son, My Love My real soulful genes.
His father called him Barack (the blessed).
I left in pain after blessing him,
Teaching . . . how to save innocents' skin.
Dr. Sylva Portoian is the winner of the Carnegie Price for Poetry, 2009