They said
You’ve got weeds growing in your hair
A web of tangled dandelions a mess on your head
A picture of confusion this is not what beauty is straighten your hair
Your face is the colour of the ground I walk on
Your beneath me
Your skin needs the colour of the crystals made on
Our seashores
I was ashamed made to believe
I’m unworthy not as deserving
For a black kid like me
I had to agree
See what they see
Change a lot of me
To fit their narrative
And be accepted in
Never lower your standards down
Nevеr lower your standards down
Never lowеr your standards down
Never lower your standards down
I put aside my heritage
Leaned into their privilege
Subdued my personality
So I could make them comfortable
Make myself approachable
So I could make some friends
And meet their standards
My face is the colour of the ground I walk on
Why would they see me
My skin bleeds red like every other human
But this dark shade makes me threatening
An easy target
For a black woman like me
I’m standing up for my needs
I’m beyond what they think of me
I’m not changing for nobody
I’m not just a word in their narrative
I’ll fight for my right to be seen as equal
If not for me I’m doing it for my kids
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