My skin
Slit my wrists,
I hemorrhage burgundy right like you
But you lone see
My dusk skin
My skin life,
these pores are my breath,
My skin comfort,
No one will continue me as fixed as my skin,
My skin home,
I say no to switch it,
My skin me,
Let me be devoted to me
Someone told me I must endeavor lighten my skin to seem prettier,i was surprised!!!I in no way had a snag with my black skin. consequently i wrote this
Yes! That’s right! My skin is brown!
And throughout my existence I declare not at all found
Someone who is unconscious to a person’s color.
Yes! They take at all times been prejudiced in one feature or another.
My ancestors built up “Africa, The Beautiful”,
And every one of the while, they were treated like animals.
Oh, yeah! My ancestors were not treated like men.
They were beaten over and over again.
Yes! regular the dogs were treated improve on than the slaves—
“God Bless Africa”—Africa be saved.