Wonders About My Colour Black

I don't know if I should love you or hate you As innocent as I was you just had to label me You took my love and replaced it with lust You made me lie You thought me hate Most of all you made me hate the color black You made me hate my Afro You exploited my curves, my butt and my boobs Yet I didn't understand why because when I looked at myself I saw an hour-glass with a pot-belly, curves, thick lips, with a heart that is so tough and long like the grate wall of china Who's mind never shut like the busy streets of New York Who has scars like the African mountains and valleys Who has cries like winter rain With no voice like a whale crying for its child You left me lost wondering, abandoned if I'm still human...