They appear to be white
They claim to be right
Covered in make up
They say the spot light is up
I for one have made
Myself to be unknown
The skin is cover in mad
They hide their reality
They hide their African
To bring the so called super dignity
Just to be African American
As our reality fade away
And our appearance leads the way
Why care about reality
When they have the appearance
That creates a better publicity
The only key is maintenance
Until our reality no longer matters
And the world of our own making exist
Where only our looks matters
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