they judge me from my hair to my hips
They judge me by my lips, they criticize my weight because I'm considered thick
Not matter what degree I achieve they still considered me a little black B** , but I achieve like I'm dr Martin Luther king, folllow my dreams into it's a reality but the truth still remains that my own kind is  a hot commodity,
**** my brother because he speaks of his knowledge **** my brother because his skin is like a hot designer **** my brother because he's the true definition of a YOUNG BLACK KING

But they judge because We have risen from the chains, we have found a voice to speak like our brains but yet you judge me for my skin but in this world of sin you remake my people color your skin  and braid your hair like my sister, but you Judge me why not stand beside me and hug me cause I am the voice of my people and this letter is only a spin off to a real life sequel