Beauty is only skin deep
And they say that love is blind
So why do I stand knee deep
In this pigmentocratic brine
From those ‘fair and lovely’ sisters
To the politically whiter than white
All claiming that black is beautiful
Yet happy to trade off the light
All saying they share in the darkness
All fighting the fight for real
When that promotion is there
How much will I care
That my cafe au lait beats the night?
Regardless of wrong or of right?
Will i stand up against it and fight?
Or accept it cos money is tight?
Yet again by the slave master bribed
Cos we none of us are colour blind
Not the privileged
Nor the master
You or I…