I Get it, World
People watch, but not with their eyes; they watch with groins, hands, and minds
You “front” so they look from behind, you’re tough so they’ll take their time
You don’t look, you don’t brawl, ‘cause you always, always take the fall
Living in this skin is a costly pretense, it’s cost me all my innocence
So look at me, in all my brutishness and promiscuity
‘Cause I get it, I understand now World, no one cares I’m only a black, ten-year-old girl
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