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My skin is melanin my hair is melanin my eyes are melanin
my appearance is brown and thick so curvy with luscious lips my kind is superior beaten and broken but still remaining as if we were never touched 
We are free
sistas we stand up redeeming our freedom stronger then ever, teaching our babies power and stance if you ever get the chance speak to god oh how the glory of god is so advance 
We are free 
Humanity has become overzealous ,jealous, full with hate and fustrate spending so much time in mental pain blaming our people in vain hating our peers crying tears of anger hating one another because of skin color,
inside we are leaders full of power and voice and that's what the people are afraid of so they lock our people up and keep us away
but we are back we are black and we are free.
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