You believe the lie. That the darker you are, the uglier you be, That beauty lies in the fairest of skin. It isn't your fault you see. When the colonist came, To steal our lands, they conquered our minds. Black became associated with shame. And everything African was ridiculed. It affected your mind, And you began to feel less. Then you stripped yourself of your African-ness. Centuries passed, but the lie held it's spell. We claim independence, but yet to free our minds from its cell. My dear, it is time to step out of this chain. And our lost identity reclaim.