To whom it may concern: a one act

What am I? My child you are caramel. You are white sugar, you are brown sugar, you are milk and butter and vanilla all heated into one. Sweet on the lips but strong and sticky-you are a treat, you are a gift, my child you are a decadence. But they call me mulatto…Mama don't like that word, best not use it round her. They call me mutt, they call me… they ain't nobody. You're caramel my child, nothing less.