As I walk, I shine
Like a sin,
Like a curse,
Like Melanin

But you know that, of course,
My gracious saviour.
Built me in your likeness but
Do not claim my iniquity,

And like the scars on my back
And the difference in hour,
I should fade
Into the recesses of your society.

But you are not my God.
So I will run, not away, but towards you
And I will plant a Judas kiss
And you will see that:

As I walk, I shine.
Like a sin,
Like a curse,
Like Melanin.