Black on black – don't you see my hardships at all?
White on black – are you trying to make me fall?
But a look in the mirror
And I can't see any color at all.
That breath in me,
That's what it's supposed to be.
But my knowledge, my accent
Isn't any white part of me.
I won't stop because
I'm Black or Negro or African-American
Not because I'm Caribbean, St. Lucian or
Any character in this foreign place.
They call me an
A contest to the black female
Beaten down with a fist
Man, that ain't on my list.
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