Smile
I wanna be happy
I wanna smile, and mean it
I don’t wanna be afraid
But that’s so hard when you’re in a world
That doesn’t want the same
They tell you to be yourself
But when you do it’s not good enough
Conformity
That’s all they want
Don’t be unique, that’s not meant for you
You’re black and smart?
That’s an oxymoron
You’re black, a female, and smart?
Oh no, time to oppress
You can’t be better than what’s laid out for you
Stick to the norm
Smile, be polite, act smart but not too smart
Then you’ll sound white
Oh no you have natural hair?
I think you need to straighten that
When will I ever be good enough?!
Yes I’m black, a female, and smart
You gotta problem?
No, I’m not gonna conform
Yes I’m gonna be unique
Your words and definitions don’t define me
It’s my time to be happy
It’s my time to smile, and mean it
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