There is a woman I oft meet On my journey here to home
Hey Lady! I feign to shout. My complexion's dark But not my Soul. So when you fright On my approach For Goodness Sake; There is no need To cross the road.
I'll feel that for a millennia, ME & My kin
You so rudely Robbing me, Of the opportunity, To politely Commune with you... “good morning”
Then again, You could be applying, Learned street smarts? Changing lanes, Avoiding crossing paths. This Uptown Downtown Topsy-Turvy Up-side-down
YOU'RE - SO - COOL Pretending not to see me, Hiding under your Beats Skull candy.
What sweet music are you channeling? Tunes contrary to Art? Con Artist Purveyors of Catchy wicked things Said twice? High definition 'Stereo' Types?
Shall we dance from a distance Again tomorrow?
Yes of course! For I believe, You too have been deceived.
Hey! Ms. Concept, R U Thinking; The beauty found in this deep Brown, Predetermines fact that I'm called Black?
lacking hue and brightness; absorbing light without reflecting any of the rays composing it. characterized by absence of light; enveloped in darkness soiled or stained with dirt gloomy; pessimistic; dismal deliberately; harmful; inexcusable boding ill; sullen or hostile; threatening
Also pertaining or belonging to any of the various populations characterized by dark skin pigmentation, specifically the dark-skinned peoples of Africa, Oceania, and Australia. African American.