Black and Beauty
Mama, please pour some bleach in my bath water
I need to wash this dark stuff off my skin
I need to look like the ladies on the television,
Fair skin, and petite noses
That’s what’s pretty
Mama, please don’t braid my hair like that
I need to wear it straight down my back
No kinks, no curls, no naps
It needs to be longer like hers
And shine in the sun
Mama, my skin is black, hair still in kinks
Why can’t I look beautiful?
Why is it my hair shrinks?
Does God not love me?
Is that why my skin is not fair?
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