Chakkra Tara - Black Child [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Chakkra Tara]

She cried out to her mother cause she ain't feel like her color was pretty to others
Only 7 and already holds the thoughts of a woman with a broken state of her confidence
And the harsh reality is she believe she ain't worth a bit
And shes/ taken advantage of, day by day
Always being looked down upon for the things that she say
The way that she pray, the way that she speak
And there's only so much that her soul can really take
Even the light brights don't even like her
Cause her skin is too dark, so there ain't no reason to play
So she sit alone/ twisting her hair under a tree thinking bout
If black birds that fly are ever really free
Thinking bout the fact No one truly cares about she
But as she got older, she understood, that this ain't the life
She wanna leave under the hood, that nowhere in America will they treat you good
She see girls that look like her, that put on make up to look lighter
So that black boy can go like her, cause black boys don't like dark skin girls
They say they too Angry and aggressive for they world
But a lot of black boys that I met don't like light skins
Because they stuck up with a look so frightening
Man I don't get this generation anymore
I just look away and shake my head at the floor
This little black boys perception is out of place because his older
Brother is a player picking up the pace the that his father now the youngin taken his place
A form of masculinity or however it looks
They use you and abuse you treat you as if your nothing
And at the end she tells me because She's dark, she's unwanted
But I told her she's unwanted cause they want what you are flaunting
Your attitude your beauty and your color girl
Be on it

[Verse: Chakkra Tara]

She cried out to her father
Because the boys at school are just a bother
They always in her face tryna holla like
Hey girl you a lil vibrant thang
Vibrant thang a vibrant thang
Brown sugar empress with a big ole thang
I never understood, why they come to me
Fascinated by my look
As if I'm lit up like a tree
Always getting eyes from the girls darker than me
Sometimes I wonder if the white kids, they rock with me
Cause I'm closer to they shade, guess I'm close to being free
But when she got older, she understood
That this ain't the life she wanna live under the hood
She didn't wanna have to question if her skin is good
Or if the way she walk or talk isn't a proper look
Darker women always shading her on how she look
Cause her long hair is natural, must be Brazilian
She done did it with her nails, must be a acrylic
Eye brows on fleek it must be a fill in
All this judgment around you everyone's a critic
Even those who look like u hate u from a distance
Its pretty sad that you hate me cause of my pigment when
America would rather see us dead or in prison
Appreciate this life that you given and all who in it
Cause u only get one life one purpose one decision