Brown is what they see
Black is what they call it
Ugly is what they categorize it
What do I see?
What do I call it?
Brown is not what I see
Black is not what I call it
Ugly is not what I categorize it

Sent from above
Covered with love
God blessed me with the prettiest tone of them all
He held my little colorless body
Comforted me in his warm, cozy hand
Took the finest coco from the Tree of Beauty
Slowly cracked it with love
And genitally poured it
In the finest gold bowl

He then started singing
The sweetest
The softest
Lullaby

He laid me on the softest tempurpedic mattress
Eyes glistering
Love increasing--
Calmly
He took the cleanest water
From the Ocean of Life
And added in
His fingers, genitally
And slowly
Danced to the tempo of Ode to Joy

Creating art
With a loving heart
He picked up my colorless body
Slowly laid me in a distinctive mixture
The warm chocolate color swiftly enveloped my colorless body--
I was now the prettiest tone of them all

He held me up
Smiled bright like the sun
Enfolded me
And said
“Beautiful creation of mine, I release you in the world with my perpetual love.”