Momma said
If you was light
We could buy a bed
Sit up at night
If you was just a little yellow
Hello!
Lord gave me this tar-baby
Save me
What ah go do wid you
Our future blue
Not blue-eyed rich
Just blue
With a rip and a stitch
Lord, save me
And this tar-baby
Be less you
Be more blue
Blue-eyed baby
Save me
Light yellow hair
Straight fun fare
Not black
Skin too dark
Mind too light
Lips too thick
Nose too broad
Hair too curly
For the insides
Of a bank
Too much of you
Is present intellect
Skin too dark
© Shaziane