Do you judge me because my skin is dirty

Like the dirt below me

My complexion is only brown

But yet i never wear a frown

Beacuse i see no reason to feel down

My skin is rare

Like the texture of my hair

Skin . . .

Why must you judge me

Because im brown

And try to put my race down

To them i guess i look like a clown

Why are we the most hated race

And its only because the color of our face. .

The dream is yet to come alive

People of my kind are much despised

They say judge not

But yet we face judgement everyday

. . . .