Black

They don’t love me for no reason.

They don’t love me. 

I think that’s why I hate myself

No one hates people who don’t love themselves. 

Indeed, 

I hate myself, 

and it's obvious. 

Because I hate the fact that I’m black.

Yes, 

I’m black. 

I should be proud I’m dark in complexion.

I should have mentioned my name when I was asked,

'Who is capable for the function?' 

Within, I was scared. 

Nevertheless, 

Black is scarce.

Black is different from the same.

Black is untamed. 

You and I are the main. 

I love you the way I love myself

Love me the way you love yourself too.