What was it about me that me made unequal
Was it my skin, my hair, my lips, or my nose
What was the defining factual evidence
To break me from a powerful code
Was it the village where me and my ancestors rejoiced and danced
Was it our innovative ways that you never saw beyond a glance
Was it our pride, our love, our blackness you didn’t understand
Was it the power that we commanded from child, woman, and man
What was it about me that made me unequal
Was it the inconsistencies of your mind that continued to remain feeble
Was it our cerebral or that we were regal
Was it the natural element defined in our people
Where was the truth in the position only you understood
Was it the melanin that mimics the soil and firmness of wood
Was it our ingenuity, our creativity, the passion for our land
Was it the belief we had in phrases like “Yes We Can”
Was it Huey P, Bobby Seale, Malcolm X, or Martin Luther King
Was it the righteousness we had when we figured out the dream
