Wrong Color of Skin
Once upon a time,
there was a little girl,
who liked to wear skirts.
The people in the streets
didn't like the view
of the girls legs hue.
"The sun is calling you",
"You shine in the dark",
"You're whiter than the milk,
"Your white hurts my eyes".
The girl hid her legs with knee long skirts and pants,
she was ashamed she couldn't afford a tan.
She dreamed about the wind blowing in her legs,
for more than twenty years she hid
until that place she left.
Now she lives with more whities,
her legs she can refresh,
everyone is whiter than her.
Sad story, let me tell you,
with guilt in her heart,
when she sees a girl in shorts
she thinks "she needs some sun".
White is ugly, the wrong color,
for her legs and your eyes.
Admire the tan, seek the gold in
your legs and whitey mine.
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