I know you don’t like me, but I wonder the cause of your discern? Does my chocolate covered strawberry lips offend you? Does the tension in my hair cause you worry? Place a pain at your spine? Troubled your intestines? Have I bothered your mother?
I know you don’t like me, but I wonder the cause of your discern? Who told you I was ugly? Who made me hideous? Someone gave my mom high cheek bones Her beauty can’t be argued. Two round stones sit underneath
Slanted pebble eyes. But I was born white So I was given the name Cocoye. But my hair ain’t 3c. So I know you don’t like me. But I wonder the cause of your discern?
You take after the colonizer that way, with your eyes.
Rusted penny brown eyes Benin sculpted face with skin like soil. Lips full like pieces of oranges mouth like that of a European, an American And I wonder why you don’t like me? Sorry do I look too much like you? What is the cause of your discern?
I worship the ground you walk on. It is similar to mine, but every time I speak, you move like a 5 year old. Soil palms pressed against ears. You can’t hear me. And I wonder if the colonizer gave you that too.
They definitely gave you that entitlement, That comes with your third leg. You swing it leisurely, still having to beg And I wonder why you don’t like me?? Is it because I won’t touch gravel with my knees Is it because I gave up this mythical age of the 15th century , that makes you all so pleased
You know they hung your uncles Made them fruit, plummeting red and black Bothered your mother Told her, her skin needed ajax.
And I am not sorry that I can’t stop talking. Your soil palms pressed, ignite me. forcing me to take the passion From deep in my belly’s abyss Allow my mouth’s explosion Turn into an oasis
And maybe then you’ll like me Oh I forgot, I don’t have 3c hair.