
Big fro, small fro
All you see is a negro
Brown skin you call black
Thickness you call fat
A tragedy waiting to happen
All dark skin men must be bad
Intelligence great with grace that outshines
But my lips are too big, my nose too brown and wide
Like weeds trying to grow through cracks
You say I don’t belong, I need to go back
But there’s no back when this is home
Tears, sweat, blood, bone
Big fro, small fro
Trying to find the will to grow
When all you see is black and you called us negro.


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