You looked at me
You saw someone inferior
Someone small
You were disgusted
You thought my hair was unprofessional
My skin, dirty
You thought I was uneducated
You looked down at me
I am sorry, that I don’t look like you
But I’m not sorry for being who I am
For I was born of a King
My skin is made of gold
My afro is my crown
We may look different
But I could never hate you for that
For we are the same
We are both women
So, why stand against me when can be united and strong?
Let us unite, my sister
For love is the only bridge to peace