I don't need your confirmation to know am black,
The history of Melanie is not something to kick into a sack,
Give me a break,
My freedom is not your's to take.

We might be down in the food chain,
But you can't deny my originality.
Our might was branded with pain,
Forged from the weeps and cries of those you enslave.

it seems that with all your power you couldn't stop Evolution.
So if I raise my voice often,
is not like mean too.
My ancestors were shut down and they were denied the freedom to speak for their life.
I guess this range and tenacity are a result of the souls that cried too long in your dungeons.

You look at me as if am dumb, but my brain is not black at all,
So pass me the bread and let a neighbor have a spice too.
We might be different outside but the hunger inside is the same.

Your desire to thrive has consumed you,
Calling me an Ape is something am used to.
Like we don't have the same set of fingers, toes, brains, and teeth.
So let these curious eyes be,
Give room let me be all I can be.



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