My grandmother's white and my grandfather's black. Their offspring is mixed. We all look just alike. Beauty is what you get when you dunk a Klondike bar into a tall glass of creme. We all see no color. No one race supreme. I love my white sister. I love my black brother. Nothing in this world could ever separate us from one another. We come out different colors. Painting a picture for others. Is it black or is it white. Neither, it's just Life.