The Skin

She's a fat girl
 You could never love that girl
 You and all your skinny friends
 makin' jokes at her expense
 Cracks about her backside, its
 resemblance to an elephant's
 Does it feel good to tear her down?
 Take her, make her less than human
 She's heard every word and
 She can't help the skin she's in
 He's a black boy
 You wouldn't want to be that boy
 He's a jive talkin', ghetto dwellin'
 streetcorner crack sellin'
 Welfare cheatin', pickaninny eatin' watermelon
 Does it feel good to tear him down?
 Take him, make him less than human
 He's heard every word and
 He can't help the skin he's in
 We are the ugly, the weak and the wrong
 Trapped in your world where you won't let us belong
 When you cut me with your eyes
 You know I die a million times
 I'm still alive
 You're lovely
 But deep inside I know you're ugly
 Though your face displays the
 promise of a Venus or Adonis
 Still your fragile bleeding ego takes
 its pain out on the rest of us
 And it feels good to tear you down
 Sue me, I'm only human
 That only makes it worse, 'cause
 You can't help the skin you're in