Compromise

I was borne of fiery passion
Black of man on white of woman
Love tabooed
I rose like a phoenix
From ashes of shame
Stood tall on wide African thighs
Ran a pale hand through good hair
I became all that I was not expected to become
Far more than 3/5 is one half
But I am whole
Complete
And happy with the sum total
Of I and I being me