Don't stare at her too long,
Black girls hate that,
Don't mention her afro,
She'll think it's an issue,
Don't stare at her thighs,
She'll get angry,
Black girls are always angry,
Don't tell her she's pretty for a black girl,
As if black isn't fucking beautiful,
Don't ask why her eyes aren't blue,
Or why her hair isn't blonde,
She's black.
Don't ask why the police hate us,
Why does the police hate us?
Don't ask why we're killed for being black,
Being black is all we know,
Don't look in my face and lie,
Telling me you love black people,
You hate me,
You were taught to hate me,
Don't tell me to go back to Africa,
I was born in America.

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