Black + White = Blite

Ansel Adams knew how to capture a moment
In black and white - there is a majesty in his work - and yet
Her, Majesty, sat upon her swing pumping her
Little legs in and out in order to touch the sky.
Both legs the color of hot chocolate with a touch
Of whole milk poured in - not one black and the
Other white - that's not how it works being a
Mixed race child - her lovely body was not
Born sectioned off with who she looks like:
Her father's mouth and golden almond shaped eyes -
Her mother's cherub cheek bones, and pudgy pug nose -
Combined chocolate and vanilla DNA made Majesty's
Hair a cornucopia of delicate, if not quickly tamed,
Curls, spilling forth like corn cut off the cob the
Color of pennies - and yet she is both of her parents -
Two different races - one little person to run it - from the
Starting line a challenge - who does she identify with?
The gun was shot - she has begun the race of her life -
Being called a blite - she is not such a thing -
There is no beauty in blight - but majestic beauty in
The black and white of this little miracle called Majesty.
Ansel Adams could capture her perfectly - she is
A beautiful subject and a work of art from Heaven.