There’s no fear
For she feels at home here,
In the ghetto
Where her skin is detested,
When they molested,
Our roots
And she acknowledges this truth,
But she’s vowed
To become a living proof,
Of evolution
And the right to embrace,
A foreign culture
For she experienced a taste,
And fell in love
So she ingested our past,
And now her satiated heart
Holds fast,
To the revelations
Injected into her veins;
She’s black!
But her skin tone remains,
A curse
To the stranger who looks,
And passes judgement
By the cover of the book.
For inside
Is a chocolate soul,
That refuses
To let her forefathers mould
Her identity
Because racism is her enemy,
White skin;
But we disregard the penalty,
For she yearns
To be approved by our tribe;
You want proof?
Look at the fire in those eyes.
The desire
And the passion that steams,
She’s the essence
Of that which bred our Queens;
So the vote
Is unanimous by far;
She’s our sister
Though she wears a great scar,
On the outside
For her beauty lies within,
And to the ghetto
She’ll always be our kin.
