Come on, say something

I wanna hear it

What, is my skin too light, my

Hair too nice, what, tell me

I wanna hear it

Protesting, hands in the air

But you shooting me down

Oh, I’m not black enough

My bad

Come on, tell me again

I wanna hear it

I’m on your side

But it’s my mama’s fault

Right?

Rebelling, you say

Ha! Don’t mold my life

Prancing around the facts like some

Pansy 4-year-old ballerina

What, is it because

My skin is better?

Or maybe because

My grades are better?

Or is it my hair?

Each curl you crave, I know it

Don’t lie

Come on, come on

I wanna hear it