I Am Black Mario Baloteli

I black like my mother cooking pot, Beautiful like her tender heart. Am the same like you, No difference between us, lovers of animals, Smarter than monkey lover of banana Don’t judge me by color for you broke my heart Who buy my thought? My covering is dispersed my heart is broken Very hand knowth upon it own bitterness, My bitterness is you, for you judge me My color is not upon darkness or cargos of chaos I am beautiful and handsome. Oh! how beautiful my skin shine brighter than The morning sun reflection of beauty For the sun design my beauty from my mother Womb.