Not to be that person, but let’s talk about it 

Why is it so hard to love me? 

Why is it so easy to love her?

She is half of the woman that I am 

She wishes to be me 

And you tell her that she can 

Did they make fun of you when you were a boy?

Did they make you want to be something else?

I prayed for straighter hair and I ran from the sun 

Cus I was taught that my black wasn’t beautiful 

It took me a long time to understand that the sun loved me 

I don’t blister

I don’t burn 

I glow, I grow .... in my beautiful 

So tell me, who’s really winning? 

Damn Daniel ....

Your voice felt like love 

Black love 

Black love that you don’t have 

But I guess that’s what happens when you wish to be half 

Half of them, less of you. 

Who,

Who woulda thought .... you’d hate you?