Written by Makhala Kirwan.
Inspired by Kendrick Lamar – The Blacker The Berry.
You hate me don’t you?
And I think I know why:
My hair is nappy.
My nose is rounded wide.
My lips are full and I speak my mind.
You believe we are not of the same kind.
My body moves so effortlessly
Energy flows through me to the beat.
It amazes you how my people don’t have two left feet.
I scream and I holler when things don’t go my way.
It shocks you that I’d have so much to say.
Brown – not black – is the colour of my skin.
And the magic in my pigmentation is bursting out from in.
My food is well seasoned.
My music is cultured,
Yet they blame rap and hip hop for reasons why men turn to vultures.
On occasion, if any, your people would call ours “Pretty…”
”…For a Black Girl”, you’d add,
As though I’d need such pity.
After 400 [plus] years of whips and chains,
We were given back our freedom, yet things have not changed.
No more “massa”, “picanini” or things of that kind.
But it’s clear amongst our lifestyle that we’re still slaves of the mind.
We too are educated and can articulate,
Yet you still insist that you cannot relate.
The air we breathe is the same in our lungs.
Two eyes, ten toes, one liver, one tongue.
The God I serve has said we are the same.
And I hate to repeat myself, but I must ask again….
Why do you hate me?
Please… I would like to know why.
Is it because my hair is nappy,
And my nose is round and wide?
Maybe one day I’ll wake up, and we’ll all be free.
Maybe one day I’ll wake up and every nation will see.
Maybe one day I’ll wake up and death will no longer be.
Maybe one day you’ll realise, that we’re the same, you and me.