Dark skinned girl
She don’t want no dark skinned man
She don’t want no blacker-than-tar
Babies on her arm
Creating more black than there should be
She trying to save
Her seed from everyone else’s
Color complex
She trying to beat Jim Crow
By taking Jim Crow’s name
Dark skinned man get no love
All in the name of her revolution
Dark skinned girl
She rebels by twisting bodies
With any brother lighter
Than the paper bag
She hides in
She missed the memo
She never heard John Rock
Say “Black is Beautiful”
She never witnessed raised fists
Never felt the kiss of a man darker than night
She still carries of the scars of taunts
From school kids afraid of her beauty
Dark skinned girl
She’s so tainted by the world
That still praises the booty fat
And long hair of light skinned vixens
She don’t love herself
As much as the struggle begs her
She prays for God to erase the melanin
Leaving no trace of his mistake
She dismissin’
His so-black-damn-near-blue skin
She don’t want no blacker-than-tar
Babies on her arm
She trying to beat Jim Crow
By taking Jim Crow’s name
The concept of this piece came unexpectedly, from an episode of the Tyra Banks Show. The segment featured young women ho bleached their skin in order to appear lighter, and thus, in their opinion, more beautiful. The show brought me to tears. One woman mentioned that she would never want a dark skinned baby on her hip, for fear that society would not see the child’s beauty.
A friend passed on this short documentary on this disturbing trend. Watch.
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