Go back to where you came from,
Tar Baby, Black golliwog
what that did for that little girl
self-esteem lost in the London fog
she likes bananas because she came on a banana boat
comments synonymous to this were not remote
replayed in the mind like unspoken soundbites
she was stripped naked of her birthright
color disqualified her from belonging
ugly words like antiseptic rubbed in a fresh wound
an innocent inducted into the pain of racism too soon
her mother run a hot-comb through her hair
causing the mean kids in fascination to stare
they told the teacher to make her remove her wig
the only thing left to do was the Black minstrel gig
tormented by these memories too vivid to erase
it took time to come to the self-acceptance space.
