I once used to wake up and pray
that my hair would grow a tad bit longer and
my skin would be three shades lighter
but no. I stayed the same
And I would curse the wind asking "Why am I this way?"
For I was Scar to some.
And I was compared to the night.
"You can never be Simba, you're way too black."
Black is the absence of color. And the last time I checked, there was nothing absent about me.
So why am I being FORCED to fight a war between me and my skin color?
I am not a dark soul because your idea of color seems to cloud up your mind.
And you won't go out with girls darker than you?
Well it's your loss. For I am the Nubian Queen that makes you fall to your knees.
I will be better than your barbie doll girl friend or your crush you wished looked like Jennifer Lopez.
I am not the dirt in the ground you think I am
I am the chocolate in your milk.
I am the Oreo that keeps your creme together.
So I am so "sorry" that I messed your definition of beauty.
And I am extremely "sorry" that you can no longer pick and tear me apart.
For my "kind of black"is actually gold.