Growing up in a small town,
You don't see a lot of black people,
I've always wished I was white,
All my friends are white,
And I love them,
But they have beautiful light skin,
Mostly straight hair,
Boys want them,
Nobody wants the black girl,
Why would they?
They could have a pretty blonde girl,
Or a straight haired brunette,
Why would they want a black girl,
Society has taught me to compare,
Taught me to hate myself,
Because I don't have light skin,
Because I don't have dark enough skin,
I compare myself to white girls,
Black girls,
Latinas,
Anyone I can,
Because I hate the way I look.
