Black and Blue

You never ask my race my face Tells a solid story or two Of a possible relationship to ancestors An old African truth You mistake my hair for weave Or some other mystery it kinks and curls down my back It waves in water prompting The all asked you got Indian in you Why do I have to be anything other than black and beautiful Of course my ancestors were raped My blues come from all kinds of hate Suffered by my chocolate race From the men women to babes No one dares say My black is blue in all its cool Images of singing blinging truths It’s beauty like blue eyes in brown cousin It’s duty like blue cries and night lovin You never say you see a queen in me A queen who survives despite defeat Of broken dreams broken body Strong enough to love and still will peace My black is blue of unknown tribe Look beyond my hips and their lips that lie You don’t mind condemning Hitlers kind But the kkk and police are fine??? My black is blue like the deep sea The universe created in me To bring forth life in every shade You can’t deny me You can’t wash your face And wash dna away