Sounds like a product someone is selling
I constantly hear peopling posting it, saying it, yelling.
It is my skin,
The one I was born in
I have always had it but now it being the norm thing
To decree and discuss
Because before it was made to be such a fuss
When me and my skin loved each other
But others didn’t love us.
My skin is not a product for you
But a product of me.
You cannot wear it share it or buy it now that people feel like it’s popular
You did not defend me when I was teased
For having skin darker than trees
But now that it is the topic of discussion
To the hill you have begun rushing
To the top of towns, yelling over the hustle and bustle
That black is beautiful, no discussion
But what about when it wasn’t considered cute or even pretty
She came out chocolate such a pity
Now she’s a tar baby, no honey I’m a star baby.
I rocked this skin when its wasn’t cool
And I appreciate your supportive gestures but I’m no fool
My melanin is not a tool
You cannot turn it and make it seem good
Because it was always precious to me.
So if or when this phase ends
I hope my daughters never forget
That although our skin resembles caramel and chocolate
There will always be people who hate it
But I am proud to say that
They will be raised in a way that
It will praised for all of my days
Knowing God above made me this way
A word used to describe the label that I am in
But I am glad to be here
Whether happy or sad
Whether rain or the clouds are clear
I AM HERE.