Never take it to heart that they don't realize your beauty
That they think your full lips and rounded hips are lackluster
Or that they don't notice that your every coil of hair
Tells the story of a little girl between her mother's legs
Crying from the teeth of a comb and the bristles of a brush
Never take it to heart
That they see your melanated complexion as a threat
Your laughter as rudeness
Or the passion behind your voice as aggression
Never take it to heart
That they clutch their purses and cross the road
That they treat your hair like our culture...as if they have a right to it
That they doubt your excellence
Because being a smart black girl
With 23 inches
A face beat and a short dress seems impossible to them
Never take it to heart
That before you were Brown skin girls
They called you blick
That they want all your beauty but on a lighter canvas
That they think wanting you for light skin babies is love and not fetishism
Never take it to heart
Because we know better
Because your image is the look they aim for
And, after all, these are the same people who mistake plantain for banana
Why trust their judgment?
Simply A Poet
To the Melanated Queens Video (MV)
The Village Boy - To the Melanated Queens Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Never take it to heart that they don't realize your beauty
That they think your full lips and rounded hips are lackluster
Or that they don't notice that your every coil of hair
Tells the story of a little girl between her mother's legs
Crying from the teeth of a comb and the bristles of a brush
Never take it to heart
That they see your melanated complexion as a threat
Your laughter as rudeness
Or the passion behind your voice as aggression
Never take it to heart
That they clutch their purses and cross the road
That they treat your hair like our culture...as if they have a right to it
That they doubt your excellence
Because being a smart black girl
With 23 inches
A face beat and a short dress seems impossible to them
Never take it to heart
That before you were Brown skin girls
They called you blick
That they want all your beauty but on a lighter canvas
That they think wanting you for light skin babies is love and not fetishism
Never take it to heart
Because we know better
Because your image is the look they aim for
And, after all, these are the same people who mistake plantain for banana
Why trust their judgment?
Simply A Poet
That they think your full lips and rounded hips are lackluster
Or that they don't notice that your every coil of hair
Tells the story of a little girl between her mother's legs
Crying from the teeth of a comb and the bristles of a brush
Never take it to heart
That they see your melanated complexion as a threat
Your laughter as rudeness
Or the passion behind your voice as aggression
Never take it to heart
That they clutch their purses and cross the road
That they treat your hair like our culture...as if they have a right to it
That they doubt your excellence
Because being a smart black girl
With 23 inches
A face beat and a short dress seems impossible to them
Never take it to heart
That before you were Brown skin girls
They called you blick
That they want all your beauty but on a lighter canvas
That they think wanting you for light skin babies is love and not fetishism
Never take it to heart
Because we know better
Because your image is the look they aim for
And, after all, these are the same people who mistake plantain for banana
Why trust their judgment?
Simply A Poet
Writer: Brandon Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid