For being black is a struggle...I can\'t see myself
in the dark
The mirror breaks every time I see
My reflection in the walls
It\'s a hard life for me
And I want to be pretty...
Who out here feels the same way
About me?
I scream at the sky, for the sky is not
listening
And all the horrors in the world
Are just Satan...
Why Satan? Why me?
Why do you have to pick on me?
For I was once a reflection of you
And being white is just a wish,
I wish I was a white kite
Leaving the earth;
Oh my heart pours out a desperate sigh
Except when the days are long
I often linger in the skies so blue
Oh there is a love up there, somewhere.