I see sweat trickle down her neck
with a baby on a back water she begs
she tells her baby you are gonna be great
you will nuture people of a great race
you are beautiful she tells him
as if in understanding he beams
don't ever be ashamed to be black
the beauties of life you will not lack
nature in all it's grace chooses you
melanin flows strongly in you
you my child is an epitome of beauty and grace
you...