I have a son, a
yellow son that glows
in the dark
when the moon is blind.
My son, my treasure
who's complexion is the sun.
Albino, my child, the
son of my youth-
come with me to the herbalist's grove
where no one will laugh at you
come with me, my caucasian son
and I will come out smiling.
Alone.
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