Bloom - Jamilla

«I think what you’re trying to ask

Is why am I so insistent upon

Giving out to them… that BLACK-ness

That BLACK-power

That BLACK pushing them to identify with black culture

To me, we are the most beautiful creatures in the whole world —

Black People

And I mean that in every sense

Outside and inside (see the light)

And to me, we have a culture that is surpassed by

By no other civilization

But we don’t know anything about it»

He says I’m «too dark for him

Too urban»

He can’t run his fingers through my hair

It’s ignorant enough, to think my skin’s dark

That I’m taboo

Man I can’t imagine what the real dark girls go through

We are the ones

That get stomped on

Left behind

We never see the light

We never feel the sun shine

But we’ll love and we’ll grow

Through concrete, through snow

We will grow

In a dark room

No matter what you do

'Cos black flowers — they bloom

He want a pretty white girl

With long blonde hair

That falls down her back

And flows through the air

But that’s not me, that’s not me (that's not me, not me)

You fantasize about me

You fetishize my body

I’m not something to try on

Like clothes in a shop and

Put me back when you run off

He says I’m too colorful

To fit in his life

Well he won’t be blessed

With a woman of color

As his wife, ohh

We are the ones

That get stomped on

Left behind

We never see the light

We never feel the sun shine

But we’ll love and we’ll grow

Through concrete, through snow

We will grow

In a dark room

No matter what you do

'Cos black flowers — they bloom