What's a nigger got to do to be human too?

They yell at me and laugh at me,

Taunt at me and fight with me

But have never yet accepted me,

With frail back and hands stained black,

What use am I to them?

Age took away my humanity,

As a child I laughed and played,

Now I hide my human sentiments

To survive the loneliness of days.

They pick at me and jeer at me,

And shout at me and sneer at me,

But really they just fear me,

For differences are scary and in this world

Where change is the only certainty,

I am more than they can understand.