This skin so brown
I stare and wonder
What heartless man
could live up under

I try to be silent
I tried to talk
I tried to run
Before I could walk

I pray so often
And nothings replaced
But am I just praying
To hide my own face?

My face, yet is good
The color just right
Not a blemish to notice
Not a pimple in sight

So if that is good
And I keep my faith
The inside will change
Then Ill lift my face.