They hate our bodies.
Our breasts.
Our butts.
Our hips.
Our thighs.
Our breasts.
Our butts.
Our hips.
Our thighs.
They hate us ‘cause they ain’t us.
They hate our faces.
They hate our wide noses.
They hate our full lips.
They hate the light in our eyes that was never fully stomped out.
They hate our wide noses.
They hate our full lips.
They hate the light in our eyes that was never fully stomped out.
They hate our cadence.
They hate our timing.
They hate our rhythm and our rhyming.
They hate our timing.
They hate our rhythm and our rhyming.
They hate us ‘cause they ain’t us.
They want our swagger and our style.
They want our language, our hair.
They want us without us.
They want our language, our hair.
They want us without us.
They cut out our tongues and replaced them with their own,
Gave us near nothing and got mad we made something with it.
Gave us near nothing and got mad we made something with it.
They hate us ‘cause they don’t have our creativity.
Our variety.
Our variety.
They taught us to hate ourselves.
To straighten coils with heat.
To long for eyes as blue as the summer sky.
To hate each other, point fingers and sling around slurs.
To call each other ghetto and nasty.
To straighten coils with heat.
To long for eyes as blue as the summer sky.
To hate each other, point fingers and sling around slurs.
To call each other ghetto and nasty.
Meanwhile they got spray tans.
BBLs.
Took credit for everything but racism.
Slicked their edges and called them sticky bangs.
Said culture was meant to be shared.
Watered down the history woven into our cornrows.
BBLs.
Took credit for everything but racism.
Slicked their edges and called them sticky bangs.
Said culture was meant to be shared.
Watered down the history woven into our cornrows.
They love everything about us except us.
They hate us ‘cause they ain’t us.
