You hate me
Because my skin is dark
As if the color of my skin
Determines whether or not I do my part.
You hate me
Because my skin is too light
As if because of that I can’t join the fight
You hate me
Because my hair is too thick
Envious that growing hair like this takes no trick.
You hate me
Because my hair isn’t straight
An all-natural woman you won’t even date.
You hate me
Because I’m different
But don’t you know my difference is what makes me relevant?
You hate me
Because I don’t fit in
I don’t have to be with your crowd in order to win.
You hate me
Only because it’s easy.
You hate me
Only because you don’t know me.
You hate me
Because you’re too afraid to see
That what you hate and critique
Are the things that make me unique.