The Past: It’s not my fault

(A tribute to God Help the Child)

She said She said

The past is not my fault The past is not my fault

That black color she carries

It’s not my doing...

That’s her burden to bear That’s her burden to bear

She refused me,

She never loved me

She Ruined my life She Ruined my life

I couldn’t take her anywhere,

When she was born,

I almost wanted to killed her,

But I didn’t, I let her live

Isn’t that enough? Aren’t I enough?

Why would you never touch me?

I can’t get over that and i’m 25 now

I’m grown and successful,

but I can’t forget the past

Because of you Because of you

Because of that terrible color,

My own daughter became a stranger,

More than that, an enemy.

I hate you! I hate you!

I send you checks in the mail

Just so I don’t have to see you

You disgust me You disgust me

You made my life hard,

I could have passed for white,

I could have had a better life I could have had a better life

I could have been whole,

If you had just loved me.

If you had been a mother If you had been a mother

you would understand

It’s harder than it looks
I wanted to love you I wanted to love you
But you never could love me

You were just too different...