GOOD LENSES, BAD FRAMES

Good lenses, bad frames
The darker the frame more shady
So we out there trying to shine
The world out there sun blocking
My sisters melanin infested
So their skin needs correcting?

Some tried to wipe it brushing
Chemical doses some call it bleaching
So it is cool to get a tan
But cruel to stay tanned?
We from the land of the sun
But we been in the shades like noon
Blacked out midnight waiting on the moon

Sad is not the colour of my forehand
Sad is the beauty my sisters can't see
Traded that jet nappy black for the weave
I am old school, afro, bubble butt and gap teeth
That shea butter and palm oil aroma,
As she walks in inducing coma

The dictionary has been telling white lies
So black is the perceived hue of demise
So literature literally wrote a race off
The bets been out we lost the toss, full stop
And every brother is stereotypically another
So we throw our hands up and scream " why bother?"
It is important my understanding is understood
But more importantly, understood in my neck of the wood ( Africa).