Color (Cullen)/To My Fairer Brethren

by Countee Cullen

To My Fairer Brethren

THOUGH I score you with my best,
Treble circumstance
Must confirm the verdict, lest
 It be laid to chance.

Insufficient that I match you
 Every coin you flip;
Your demand is that I catch you
 Squarely on the hip.

Should I wear my wreaths a bit
 Rakishly and proud,
I have bought my right to it;
 Let it be allowed.