Bloom

«I think what you’re trying to ask
Is why am I so insistent upon
Giving out to them… that BLACK-ness
That BLACK-power
That BLACK pushing them to identify with black culture
To me, we are the most beautiful creatures in the whole world —
Black People
And I mean that in every sense
Outside and inside (see the light)
And to me, we have a culture that is surpassed by
By no other civilization
But we don’t know anything about it»
He says I’m «too dark for him
Too urban»
He can’t run his fingers through my hair
It’s ignorant enough, to think my skin’s dark
That I’m taboo
Man I can’t imagine what the real dark girls go through
We are the ones
That get stomped on
Left behind
We never see the light
We never feel the sun shine
But we’ll love and we’ll grow
Through concrete, through snow
We will grow
In a dark room
No matter what you do
'Cos black flowers — they bloom
He want a pretty white girl
With long blonde hair
That falls down her back
And flows through the air
But that’s not me, that’s not me (that's not me, not me)
You fantasize about me
You fetishize my body
I’m not something to try on
Like clothes in a shop and
Put me back when you run off
He says I’m too colorful
To fit in his life
Well he won’t be blessed
With a woman of color
As his wife, ohh
We are the ones
That get stomped on
Left behind
We never see the light
We never feel the sun shine
But we’ll love and we’ll grow
Through concrete, through snow
We will grow
In a dark room
No matter what you do
'Cos black flowers — they bloom