Exhibitions

i was only five when i was taken away
my momma told me to be safe,
but i knew my safety was awfully grey

they chained my feet and made me smile
i was called names
that hurt my feelings after a while

the kids were white with clean, empty hands
they turned to their father and asked
"wow, daddy, what do i gotta do to get so tan?
i wanna be like her, daddy! she has so many fans.
people gather to see her, my life is awfully bland."

i grew older and realized,
he was everything but correct
people gathered to see me,
not because i was interesting,
but because i was black.