Perfection is a lie told by the white man

Perfection is a lie told by the white man They say 'the fairer, the better' But with ego comes the self proclaimed Perfection Where what they say goes Where objectivity is something they claimed to own However it just goes to show pride will be their downfall Distracted by vanity and ego And their self distorted reflection They painted in the mirror Too obsessed with their own shadow Too ignorant to see how shallow Too privileged, too ashamed to admit the feeling of being hollow Trying to erase being overshadowed by a black persons accomplishments Rewriting history in white ink to feel special Trying to win a one-sided war for superiority Too self-absorbed to see no competition In a race to power To drenched in immaturity to let go Of childish games we didn't sign up for Perfection isn't a person you can control It is simply determined by each individual Not something you can own Not something to be stolen Not something for you to use as something black people should conform to When in reality we are already perfect This is the real world not some utopia envisioned by minds so vindictive Perfection doesn't exist Its a myth created by the white man from centuries of pent up jealousy A tale told to create division And if it did The picture of perfection Wouldn't portray the white man It would show the timeless beauty of blackness