She don’t even need a beat
She is one
Change
How to rearrange
Get on a higher plain right now
When I was a little girl
I wanted to look like Barbara Eden
She was beautiful but all they was feedin us
Then on TV..
I didn’t want to be shaped like Ginger
But like Mary Ann
She was beautiful but ah
that wasn’t
In the big plan
Grand mama said Baby
You got something else going
When I was 12 my boom boom started
Growing
Change
That’s what I was towing
I started knowing and appreciating
The body of a black girl
Long ago my fore women carried baskets
On their heads
That’s where that came from so
I ain’t afraid
It wasn’t never an object of shame
like our lips
It is something to behold like
our hips
Change
I went from banana to redbone to light
I done been through the colors alright
But it all constitutes black
That’s where I am now
And where I was at
So I went from perm to afro
Angela Davis but down low
And men ran their fingers
Down my curled hair
Change gave me more exotic appeal
And some extra flair
So I’m there and I love myself too
Blondes with blue eyes are beautiful
I rather look like the brown Goddess
Erykah Badu
Badu
Badu
Change…
She don’t even need a beat
That’s how it is
How to rearrange
On a higher plain now
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Yes...! I don't know why in a bevy of beauties, my eyes are drawn to those "darkies" with big lips... Yummy... It's funny, a brown skinned brother such as myself sees sisters closer to Mother Earth (you know from the Mother Land) as perfect as the Third Reich said blue eyes and blond was mastur-fully made. Now how can I misspell "masterfully" with a "u" when what that schpill is, is just jizz to me. ("U" dig?)
Yo, they don't want me to get deep here. MUAH... One.
Dez
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