I can't feel anything
What joy could it bring
When you're not there
And empty lies your chair

I can't feel anything
But I tried to have a fling
Kissing him to feel inside
Even when my tears hadn't dried
But I know all within myself had died

I can't feel anything
Now that you're gone
I just can't carry on
I can feel it missing
every time we're reminiscing

I can't feel anything
but I know that's a lie
Because every time I look at the sky  
I simply cry as I can't bring myself to say goodbye

When your the only dark skinned person in your house.
Its hard for others to see that its okay.
That its beautiful as well.
Its weird how people attach beauty to color.
Light skinned this, lighter skin that.
They make it the must be.

Not that it isn't beautiful.
But we have got to look at darker different.
Dark can be beautiful.
Darker even more beautiful.
I've seen beauty in all colors.
Like in all shapes.

You walk down the street over the weekend.
You fall in love with Africa.
All you will see is beautiful women.
Different heights, different shapes...
Handsome men...they come in all sizes and shades.
Its like a painting.
The kind you could look at forever.
And never tire from.

When I was a child.
I always said I wanted to get away.
But mum always said that one day I'll fall in love with here.
Now I know,now I've felt the pride.
And happiness that comes with here.

I look into the mirror each day.
And feel proud and happy.
Growing up my mother said thank-you.
With a smile.
Every time they said I looked like her.
Now I see why in the mirror.
I'd be proud if my daughter looked like me.
Me and my black skin.
My beautiful black skin.

We're all broken pieces...walking puzzles...
Looking for the right fix
Looking for the right fit