Racist Child

Black girl they call you a thing, but your a Queen
You've survived what they can never dream from the safety of their parents wealth
The wealth their ancestors stole from our black bags
While they clone your natural golden globe
Spray and bound to mimic your beautiful skin
Though your father may not be there
And they mock your gorgeous hair they wish they had your form
Your valleys hills and planes while they pay to transform
And God never gave them what they know them in craves
They call black like is a slap, but black is where it's at
It's in the music they try to rap
It's in the moves they try to trap
It's in the lips and eyes and curves you don't have to feel
It's in your melanin
It's in the way they porch what you create
It's in the way they show you their hate, so hold your head high and smile
That racist child ain't worth your time