Toffee or not toffee?

Am I black or am I white?
Do I have to hope or do I have to fight?
Do I have to look back, feel guilty,
To be born toffee?
I run away from society
To be myself finally.
I sit now in cold solitude
Listening to the silent prelude
Of my despair.

Juliette
Chloé
Sylvain
Vincent