Racist Child

Black girl they call you thing
But you’re a Queen
You’ve survive what they can never dream
from the safety of their parents’ wealth
The wealth their ancestors stole from our black backs
While they clone your natural golden glow
Spray and burn to mimic your beautiful skin
Though your father may not be there
And they mock your gorgeous hair they wish they had your form
Your valleys, hills and planes
while they paid to transform what God never gave them
what they know their men crave
They call you black like it’s a slap
But black is where it’s at
It’s in the music they try to rap
It’s in the moves they try to trap
It’s in the lips and arse and curves you don’t have to fill
It’s in your melanin
It’s in the way they poach what you create
It’s in the way they show you they hate
So hold your head high and smile
That racist child ain’t worth your time