They say that beauty is deep within,
So why does that change,
Because of the color of my skin.
They say it’s okay to wear your hair down,
But when I rock my afro,
They always look at me with a frown.
They say that we all work as hard,
But I’ve worked twice as much
And has never gotten that far.
They say that my color does not change how I am treated,
So why do I get stares
And is often mistreated.
Well, if you ask me,
I think they are wrong.
Each hair strand is coiled to perfection,
To match my dark brown eyes,
And my glowing complexion.
And even if the world does not agree.
I will stand up tall
and say I am black, beautiful and free.