Are you color-blind, or can’t you see me?
Do you really need to paint your face to look like me?
Is the color of my skin too strong for you?
Is the skin that I am in a reminder of the me you could never be?
Black is not something I can shake.
Black is not something you can erase.
Hatred won’t stop me,
your words won’t conquer me, and no matter what you wear-
it can never compare to the black inside of me.
Your paint will wash away,
while my black shines through another day.
Black face maybe a disgrace on your face,
but black face on my face is how I represent my race.