I wish I could breathe into your spirit
a love that's black
a love that's purely and truly sweet for you
I wish you love
Your brown skin is beautiful
Your eyes don't have to be blue
yours has opened eyes
and revealed shades and shades of blackness
We've got to be who we are, and we are black
Straight hair and blue eyes are characteristics
but never will they become the character
which makes us who we're destined to be.
Not even the whitest white can make us pure
Not even the bluest eye can make us see it
Pecola Breedlove . . . that's how God made us.
And this is what you leave us
. . . on being black.