My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m going to die,
Being neither white nor black?
Passing Time
Maya Angelou’s poem “Passing Time” contrasts two types of skin, representing different stages of existence. The imagery of dawn and musk symbolizes the beginning and end of life cycles. This interplay highlights the transient nature of time and the connections between beginnings and conclusions in human experience.
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