When you look at any painting
Tell me what do you see
You see the painter
painting feely
When you look in my eyes
What can you tell?
Can you tell im an angel from heaven
That dropped into hell?
When you look at my body
Do you really see me?
Or do you see one of those model chicks
You think I’m trying to be?
When you look at my hair
You probably see nappy roots
On a teenage girl
Instead of on a Nubian Queen
When you look at who I am
You’ll probably laugh deep inside
Cause I don’t have all the material things
And I show that I do have some pride
But even if you laugh
I really don’t care
Cause just like a waterfall
I’ll be raging on somewhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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