The Truth Behind My Skin
They don't really see me
The see the blue black skin that covers my soul
The milk chocolate brown is what they see
Not the brain, the personality that makes me whole
Nobody knows what I think about when I'm alone
They guess that I'm dumb, stupid or slow
People don't see the truth until their shown
Black people aren't supposed to grow
I love to read and write
I'm shy sometimes, but I always listen
I might not have perfect sight
But I like watching the morning dew glisten
And as a person who is trying to make the best of their situation
I work hard and study every day
Even though it's a constant frustration
For me, it's always been work and no play
They call me underprivileged, they think I need their pity
I don't want it! I want someone to understand where I'm coming from
And to see that pity doesn't get you anywhere.
Love, care, kindness. Can a sista get some?
I am black, beautiful. proud and important
And if you refuse to see that then so be it
This is the truth behind my soft brown skin
I tried to show you and I won't beg you
I'm a normal person, and I enjoy creature comforts like all human beings
I want you to know that I love being in the sun
People are people, and I can't change those things
But it ain't no fun, when the rabbit got the gun.