The burning sensation of those word were hard to digest Sorrow, Tear, How **** can I be Black is Beauty I say…to whom they say
Midnight! Midnight!.. you are as dark as Midnight I'm haunted by those words, As they stuck to me like fresh sap from a tree.. I’m drowning, I’m drowning, I can’t get free, those words will forever trail me..
They trailed me; they jarred me, Blackie Tutu! Blackie Tutu! How can kids be so cruel using skin color as a tool I held my own and stayed cool for I knew has long I was in this school my fate was doom.
Pickey-Pickey head! was the melody of the song I listened allowing the word to sink into my soul The beat made me sick and I knew this one would also stick I Looked up to the sky wondering why No! No! No! Woman don’t cry Be an African and hold your pride…
Hands by my side, I held my head up high I found the fight within me, Stone faced Killer bee I faced the music and it set me free On the attack I had them flee…using word to conquer thee I carried on knowing freedom wasn’t free and then Like bolt of lightning it occurred me To defeat them I had to BELIEVE in ME