This will be my last poem from Arnold Adoff's book "All the Colors of the Race" that I featured a couple of days ago. There are many more great poems in the book--buy it or check it out from your local library! We are talking about by Arnold Adoff We are talking about the ones who pick their friends because of how black they act or because of how white they can be. Sometimes blackness seems too black for me, and whiteness is too sickly pale; and I wish every one were golden from the sun. Golden from the inside out.