As A Black Woman...
I can't help BUT see color
"I don't see color",
"Racism isn't that bad over here".
As a black woman in London, I can't help BUT see color
I see it when I go somewhere new,
In people's faces as they go by,
In the cashier's eyes as they make contact with the guard by the door
I see color everywhere.
At least we're not being killed in the streets
We don't have to pray for the will of our feet
to last longer, go further and faster
in a hopeless attempt to outrun a bullet.
No, on the surface, racism isn't so bad here.
Instead of outright murder in the form of justice,
Prejudice is disguise of policy.
When it comes to color, its so clear to see
That whenever someone looks at me
All they see, all I appear to be -