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»Black Lady«

Look at yourself black lady
Can't you feel pity for yourself
Putting yourself in that situation?
Stop importing yourself
For you're already here, my sister.

Look, the shoes you perch on
Make you uncomfortable, I can see.
And when you walk your gaiety
Reminds one of the drunkards
After an all night binge.
And the tight pants you don
Configure you into a sausage, oh!

What about the hairy thatches-
- from dead and gone people-
- from dead and gone horses-
That on your head like nests rests;
Stiff and unnatural there they sit
I can see you scratch the itch
As your head you toss as 'they' do
The ones whom you imitate.

Be yourself black sister
Why impersonate other people?
Your blackness is your beauty;
Your wealth is your blackness.
Love yourself black lady
Your creator loves the way you are.