I'm black, I'm beautiful, I'm am me.

we covered our black kinky hair with these hideous braids and weaves .

I'm black ,I'm beautiful ,I'm me

We lick our thick lips with not a hint of paint  plastered on 

I'm black ,I'm beautiful ,I'm me

We swing our hips to the sides while our thigh strides with our heads held high , oh yes high indeed.
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I'm black I'm beautiful I'm me.

We must value ourselves a heritage rich of memories from the motherland.

I'm black I'm beautiful I'm me.

We are naturalist, proud of these therapeutic moments to get to know the real us Not hiding under some bask mask.

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