My skin is a curse

As I start the day

I hope I don’t get kicked out of the cafe

They said it’s an all white party

Maybe that’s why I wasn’t invited to the buffet

Even if I protest

No one cares it’s now a cliche

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As I run along for lunch

I hope my boss pardons my lateness

But no! All I get in return is you’re fired

Me even trying to explain is aimless

He said with a British accent

Employing black folks, diminishes greatness

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As I go home today

I hope this day doesn’t get worse

I know I have to change seats in this bus

This white girl thinks I’m trying to steal her purse

Sir! Don’t ask me why I wear a frown

My skin is a curse

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When I go out tomorrow

I hope my black skin doesn’t stain his white tuxedo

As we all appear in white shirt on different skin

I hope I don’t get chopped like a torpedo

Because I saw in the P.M news that

We can now share everything, even a lido

I hade forgive you for hurting me

But you were too blind to realize that

This is where our fairytale ended. >quote