I look at my skin and on top is the sweet color of a coconut
i feel ashamed to love
the way my skin is put together
a way that i cant even explain
a way that the darkest of colors
will look the brightest on top of me
don't change that into a sick twisted thought
no i am not dark meat
i am the sweetest of chocolate
only found in the Garden of Eden
something so pure
you can't even imagine
but what has happened
you stop looking and loving
cause your friends say be realistic man
be realistic about what
but you know what
you cannot bring me home to mom and dad
because they will disapprove
and grandma and grandpa will have
a heart attack
straight into their graves
but you are the one i saved
i brought you home
and yes i was scared
because you resembled no one at the cookout
and yes i was judged
cause i didn't stay with my own
and yes i was excluded
because i brought you on protests
but i still brought you home
i was told that if they can't use our comb do not bring them home
but i will not play these games
or buy a lighter foundation
or listen to your music
or not pack my BLM shirt
because your family is judgmental
i will be no ones secret because of my skin tone
so don't fight me on this
i will be with no who is ashamed of me
and no one who will stand for me
and no one who fought for me
and no one who does not love me
