Here is a tiny treasure that I found in the library this summer. A book of poems, All the Colors of the Race, written by Arnold Adoff. Based on his own interracial family, Adoff writes from the perspective of his biracial (black/white) daughter, which I find very interesting. At first I was a bit thrown off because I generally prefer poetry to rhyme, however, his style is considered "free verse" poetry. The more I read (and re-read) them, the more I fall in love with them! I hope you do too. The lady said by Arnold Adoff The lady said: what are you going to be when you grow all the way up? And I said: a woman. And she said. No. I mean what are you now? And I said: a girl. And she said: No. I mean what do you call yourself? And I said: Honey. Baby. Sweet potato pie face me. If she finds it hard, I find it easy to make it hard for her.