Hey, what the hell you lookin at?

I know, I Know

You lookin at me

What?

You lookin at my hair?

Its "nappy" aint it?

Well I'm sorry if you don't approve

But I don't need to stretch my hair out

To feel Dark and Lovely

And I aint Hawaiian

So why the hell would I want to feel Hawaiian Silky?

And I don't need TCB

Because my

Thoughts,

Culture, &

Beliefs

Don't need to come out of no damn jar

And what the hell you lookin at?

You lookin at my skin?

Aint it Beautiful?

I guess I can't blame you

You probably wishin you had just an ounce of my color

Oh, my bad, I forgot

You dont't like to much color

Just a little here and there for show

And what the hell you lookin at?

My clothes?

Well, I dress a little different from you

With my Asante Cloths

And Africa's beauty bathing my body

Hell, I don't know Ralph

And I sure as Hell don't know Tommy

So why the hell would a beautiful black woman like me

Want to gloify some white man named Tommy?

WHAT THE HELL!