A tricolor woman, Lost to time, Covers her tracks, When being dark is a crime. The records show She and her kin Had white, then mixed, Then very brown skin. Who was this woman? From where did she come? On that, my friend, The word is mum. Malinda Scott was her name, But relationships are… Continue reading Great-grandma Scott
This hybrid lived for three hundred years, before passing the golden crown to his own child. Thus continued the line of succession until modern history. Once the line was muddied and forgotten, it became nothing more than another ancient legend of mythological Gods and Goddesses. But, it is much more than that.
Lindsey eyed her mother, her eyebrows furrowing with concern, “I don’t know, Mom. Are you ready?”
With the engine running, Sherri’s hand hovered over the gearstick. “Probably not,” she admitted after a moment, “but, what the hell. Shall we?”