I was strong,
But not for very long.
They kept putting me down,
And I kept giving them a frown.

It wasn't my mistake.

I was brown
And they kept putting me down..

Wishing to get attention like the fair ones,
I kept slapping myself with powder buns.
Hating them was not my job,
But loving them was a little odd.

My heart was clean,
But they were really mean.
They kept putting me down,
Just because I was brown.