I'm different,
I've always known,
But it never seemed to matter before.
It used to just be a fact,
An irrelevant little bit of information,
But now it defines me.
Everyone whispers about my dark skin,
They make fun of my voice.
I don't shed any tears,
But inside I am overflowing with grief.
I don't know what to do,
I can't tell mama....
She'd just laugh at me too,
Say you know Kareema,
You are a bit funny sounding.
