Why don’t we drink our coffee black?
Dark chocolate if too strong.
Our skin looks like a muddle puddle,
A ***** ***** pond of dung.
So, many feel contamnated,
And they set themselves on fire,
Drown in  a tub of bleach
Spend thousands and thousands,
Trying to abolish this germ.
Covering it up, watering it down
Staying indoors, swimming in woes,
Shaking it off,
But not ti the african drum.
As ever brown sistah turns into a star
My volaptuous lips still utter the plea:
Please leave me unwashed.