‘Look at me; look at me’

Look at me; look at me
Tell me that you don't see the color of my skin or the wool of my hair?
Tell me that you don't see a criminal in your mind or a human with no rights to spare.
Tell me you don't glare at me with disgust because you think the color of my skin is dirty and that the way that us blacks are treated is just.

Look at me; look at me.
Tell me why I'm scared for a little black boy who lives dearly in my heart?
Tell me why I'm scared for the lives of black people after dark?
Hidden is the hate not the love that I want, why can't love just over power this cold colored fate?

Look at me; look at me.
Colored is the skin but underneath we're the same,
White are the bones, mine and yours are the same.