Complexions

(Sing) I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.
Why do I have to sing a song for everyone to know that I'm beautiful both in and out....side my skin color always being judged by my different complexions. Like a new home buyer going to home depot to pick out a color for their rooms. Maybe they'll pick red, but no that will remind them of the blood my people shed to get to where they are today. Or maybe brown the color of my people or better yet the color of the whips my fore-fathers got beaten with and have the spider-legged scars to prove it. How about orange, green, or purple. .No not that either, it'll remind them of the trees my people hung from like Bill Holiday strange fruit. Just dandling dead, just waiting to be picked from by a stranger craving the juice of the "forbidden fruit". No matter the color of the room they have they can change it later. But what you can't change is my history, skin, race, and people. We went through the Black Holocaust but we broke free and living as we choose. But for some reason all the rights we fought for and died for we still don't use it to our advantage. Even though Rosa Parks sat in the front of the bus we still walk to the back, fought for non-segregation education of our home land animals, cheetahs and lions, and fought against slavery but still have black mothers picking and cleaning up after Caucasians because they can't find any other job offer.
But flaws and all we are all still children of God. And like butterflies we will make it through the rain because there is a road we are traveling and we lost many on the way and still are. We are now the majority but falling in great numbers and going down the ladder. My complexion doesn't tell you much besides what I am. But what if doesn't tell you is where I'm going. I'm making my own history, a new chapter in the textbooks. But that's a secret. Ssshhh.