Natasha Trethewey - White Lies lyrics

The lies I could tell, when I was growing up light-bright, near-white, high-yellowed, red-boned in a black place, were just white lies. I could easily tell the white folks that we lived uptown, not in that pink and green shanty-fied shotgun section along the tracks. I could act like my homemade dresses came straight out the window of Maison Blanche. I could even keep quiet, quiet as kept, like the time a white girl said (squeezing my hand), Now we have three of us in this cla**. But I paid for it every time Mama found out. She laid her hands on me, then she washed out my mouth with Ivory soap. This is to purify, she said, and cleanse your lying tongue Believing her, I swallowed suds thinking they'd work from the inside out.