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.