Civil Rights?

I want to peer into this book and pretend I don't have a problem Please excuse the fact that I am black And that my words are arranged differently I cannot help the fact that "nigga" is a daily word Like you cannot help the fact that your skin pales in comparison to mine We were born into this way I'm not really "ga ga" for us being born this way Like I was born to be illiterate and ghetto With animal-like savagery And ripped through nappy hair As if THIS Is something to be proud Be proud! Be proud of who you are You are smiling with your teeth while you hand me Bleach I want to tell you That your rights are not as civil as you think At one point I did not have the right to vote Or marry So I would jump the broom only this time Laz Alonso is not there greeting me It is real life Meeting me You want me to be proud Are you sure? Hand me a relaxer while you smile in my face And remember I once was told I would never be pretty unless I was you Yes, try to understand Your skin pales in comparison to mine And I've tried everything to get my skin to be yours I don't want to try anymore Nobody has ever told me it's okay to be black I wonder what's so civil 'bout that.