Diary of a Black Child

I gotta wipe my tears Troubles will not last Shards of broken glass In the mirror that I stand I tell myself baby girl, it's gon' be okay But wait, didn't I say that yesterday I cry in frustration as I part my thick hair Because everybody loves it flowing in the air I'm shown as ghetto and bitter too Okay well, keep going, and just love you But it's a hard thing to do when the world won't let you Girl put your hair in those bantu knots And confidently show your black roots Better keep on believing Cause I sure do You are beauty, no matter what they tell you Walking down these halls Covering my, cocoa butter skin No mama please, relax my hair Even if my natural hair still win And maybe I, I can be Pretty The epitome of an American teen While my brother's blood is being poured on the streets On national tv Girl put your hair in those bantu knots And confidently show your black roots Better keep on believing Cause I sure do You are beauty, no matter what they tell you It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child But I will fight, I will win While I lavish, my black skin With the love and empowerment That she deserves It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child But I will fight, I will win While I lavish, my black skin With the love and empowerment That she deserves Girl put your hair in those bantu knots And confidently show your black roots Better keep on believing Cause I sure do You are beauty, no matter what they tell you Ahhh, Ahh You be my black holy child