What is wrong with me?

Me, in my current state

Yes, the me you seem to hate when you see

As if being me was via ill fate

Why is my nose wide?

My skin dark

My lips fat

Do you have some yardstick?

Some SI meter?

The creator was a fool to pump melanin into me?

Take from my sight that bleaching cream!

Stop confusing me

With your blasphemous sarcasm

Make me some melanin enhancing cream

And tell your teacher say

That black bloke there says

If to be black is a crime

Send him some officers with cuffs

I am made in the sun

Black skin shield me

While I toil in the tropical garden

Come you influenza

You will never block my ample nose

There is always space to breathe

My fat lips

Bouncing as I run

Help me whistle in the cows and goats

Help me guide the dowry, or I won’t get my Anna

And when I get her, help me kiss her wet

With my proud fat lips