The day I was a born I was marked by societies curse,
The beautiful brown skin curse,
Unable to be anything but perfect in the public's eye,
Unless I wanted to be labeled the bad guy,
Waking up to see my melanated brothers and sisters gunned down,
When I know we used to wear crowns,
We descended from greatness but settle for less,
Because they want to oppress our success,
But we rise to the top,
Because our greatness they can't stop,
We who have the brown skin that protects us from disease,
It's our history that puts them at unease,
We have the same brown skin that the first humans had,
When everyone was simply a nomad,
Since then we have achieved so much,
Even with slavery's evil touch,
As we celebrated our brown skin,
We marched and protested to the end,
Even when we were beaten until we could walk no longer,
The pain out melanated ancestor suffered only made us stronger,
They knew our lives mattered too,
So those in the future could have life's better view,
Those growing up should know that the melanin in their skin holds power,
They should know that our history is a never-ending tower,
They should know that our skin is a gift and not a curse,
The effects it brings about will eventually not be adverse,
Our melanin is the light of the world,
Leading us to the highest places in the world,
Melanin is the world's cure, not its disease
