Black Beauty
Black beauty is tries running down my eyes
acid being poured on my wounds
self affliction of hate is not true
Mac make up being smeared on my face am brute
blond wigs on my head now
so my negro naps wont shone through
self affliction of hate is not true
Dictation of life is not brute
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