Oh how it still amazes me for I can't do the same.
Not that I don't try my best for they say sin is low aim.
But every time I attempt my body fills with a sudden stiffness,
my motions repeat, I move off beat, my feet loses their swiftness.
No matter how hard I try, I can't do what I do in my mind,
my knees shake, my steps break, my whole body is thrown off time.

	That's when I learned all black girls ain't got rhythm

When in the company of my friends, we sing to our favorite songs.
We blow and throw and child you know can't nobody say we wrong.
But if I had to do a solo, the harmony escapes me.
My untuned notes do not float, my songs have no melody.
When in church I tried to learn just how to obtain this thing.
But no matter what, my voice gets stuck; my vocals will not ring.

 	That's when I found out all black folks can't sing

I had a teacher once - for me she was the first of her kind.
She taught me the things the text didn't bring, she took me back through time.
She filled my scope with books - Maya - Zora - Alice - Toni.
She showed me there was more to our history than just slavery.
She explained there was more to me than just being able to sing and clap.
She proved there was more to our culture than the way we talk and act.

	That's when I discovered what it meant to be black