The Blacker the Barry

They say the blacker the berry

the sweeter the juice

 

They see the darker the flesh

the more uncouth

 

They say your black is beautiful

but we can’t deduce

 

Why only the fairer forms

are shown to the youth

 

He was the first black president

but let’s tell the truth

 

If skin’s akin to the night

none would come to the booth

 

So the blacker the Barry

you end up tied in a noose

 

And the darker the flesh

the TV puts you on mute