With my brown skin and tight curls
I\'m cursed in the world, that I was placed in
Trapped in today, and fearing tomorrow
In love with the pain, but sorrow is a big pill to swallow
And still, those who have sinned cast stones upon me
They’re disobedient
I\'m disobedient
Because although I hear, I cant see
I\'ve been blinded
By the stereotypical things
That was placed on me, even before I was born
But somehow this world was able to enslave me
With my brown skin
Look, daddy, yes
Look at me
Another statistic
It started when you left me
And I don’t know how to love
But here I am with 2 babies
By 2 different men
That will never love me
I am not worthy
How can I know my worth
When every good thing
Jumps right over me
Like a rusted penny heads down
Awaiting anyone’s company
I hate being alone, but I love the silence
Much like the feel of him caressing my pretty brown skin
Brown skin that reveals every dream
Shot down with scars
Its hunting session
And tonight being served are my goals
Alongside ambitions with my happiness as garnish
To those who can\'t seem to accept me for me
But tell it like it is at every gathering
Now the dinner table becomes the courtroom
And I\'m convicted
Because of the conflictions
Between my mind and soul
But as I go with feet planted
Like tree roots feeding off my pain
As the wind blows I lose my grip
Fall to my knees
And beg to the Lord
To heal my brown skin