Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I see black

When I look in my heart I see black

I touch my soul I see black

All shades of black a light black a dark black a deep more then

Chocolate black.

A mix of blackness, but all born of black.

Changing in changing out

Change your character from good to bad to good

Changing the shade of your skin what’s that all about.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black.

Creams for wrinkles

Creams for lifting

Creams for smoothing

Creams for shinning

Now creams for bleaching

Where are you going with that.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I see black

When you look at me you see black

I change me nose my cheeks my skin and you still see black

I change my shape, to the gym I go

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black.

I change my education to the college I go

I change my skin colour to bleaching I must go

I don’t want to be black, I tell myself so

Bleaching my skin, who is it for

For me, my race, or others who I adore

How odd would I look, hidden are the parts the bleaching cream mistook.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black.

Black, black, black when I look in the mirror I still see black

Beneath your velvet skin I explore

Far reaching depths unleashing

emotions which I do adore

The beauty of what is given

Close your eyes tightly and you will see

Nature at work your colour be

The gift of life with a velvet sky

Deep into the souls of my culture

a blackness was born

For now for then for ever

To be proud is to show your velvet sky

Beneath your velvet skin I explore

What is beauty, a culture store

A thousand years cannot be bleached

 out of me

Not yesterday, not today and the days to come

What is a face of colour,

the face of light of dark of white or black.

My legs are aching, shoulders are complaining,

 my face is saying

Do I get change in this store.

Beneath your velvet skin I explore

What I want you cannot hold

What I want is more precious than gold

To be seen as if I was white

I will bleach and bleach

until a am seen as white

Even though I might be a fright

The great lengths we go to, is alarming

                                       Bleaching our skin to be conforming