In the playground where shadows blend,
I walk alone, no hand to lend.
They point, they laugh, they sneer and spin,
All because of my black skin.

Their faces look like mine, the same,
Yet from their lips, mean words, a shame.
Why do they mock, why do they grin,
When they too have my black skin?

In whispers harsh, they scorn and jeer,
Their words like daggers, sharp and clear.
Is it my hue, my shade, my kin,
That makes them hate my black skin?

Each taunt, each jab, a bitter sting,
Their eyes with malice, voices sing.
I search for answers deep within,
Why do they hate my black skin?

Through nights of tears and days of pain,
In every hurt, a silent gain.
I rise, I stand, I won't give in,
I find the strength in my black skin.

They see the dark, I see the light,
A legacy, a history bright.
From roots so deep, where we begin,
There’s beauty in my black skin.

Their taunts now fade, their voices blur,
I see my worth, of that I'm sure.
No more confusion, no more din,
I proudly wear my black skin.

So here I stand, with lifted chin,
Embracing all my black skin.
Yeah, this is my black skin,
And it'll be mine forever, and I love it.