You hate me

because of the color of my skin

You are disgusted by my

supposed inferiority

You act like a devil wielding a whip

because of the way I move and think and speak

and sing

No

you hate me

because of my pride

strength to work in the blisterin sun

to take a hit and keep on comin

my ability to capture the rhythm of the beat

to have good times when shit’s all bad

to keep my head up when I should feel sad

because I step like a Queen

even though you beat mock torture and abuse

my body but not my soul

No, tell the truth

you

fear me.