Black is beautiful is just a phrase. Raised my hand and questioned everything they said I lack enlightenment, Pushed to the corner and i felt my back against the wall Beaten 'til my skull cracked, Cried so loud and I heard someone say heck his tongue. Black is beautiful is just a phrase. They locked me up and tied me by the law Fed me poison, saw my horizons getting narrow and narrow, My state of mind chained and no rain of hope dropped God I pray you free me from this pain. Black is beautiful is just a phrase. Forced me to believe that wearing my skin is a sin Turned me into a creature I've never seen Hated myself for everything that I am Sometimes, I wanna cut my eyes because I cannot bare myself. Black is beautiful is just a phrase. Taught myself their language so that I'll hear what they say about me, That alone brought me misery instead of luxury, Because now I've inherited the oppressors' greatest legacy Now they call me an eejit because I've lost my values and identity.
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