The problem with coming to school is quite certain; I get criticized, everywhere; everyday, I bore the failure hat, as a burden, They don't tell me which is the correct way.
They praise them, but why not me? Even I know how to sing "A, B, C," I know how to love, I know how to please, But why, why do they always tease?
I don't want bread, I don't want a penny, I just want people who love me; many, many, I am black, and you are white, Are we different like day and night? I want friends; I want praise, I want happy, unending days.