Mother, I must warn you, you've come to look the fool
For, in attempt to teach me life, you've broken every rule.

You say that I should stand proud, because my ancestors were black
Yet for the ones of white and red my pride must somehow lack

You told me to feel handsome, be proud of what I see
And yet, "Big, black and ugly," is all you say to me

Then manners, you tried on me to press
And handsome grooming, with proper dress

But then, you offer no respect,
And, still, from me, perfection expect

And, now, you say it's time to go
And, at eighteen, it's time.  I know.

And though I love you I must away
Though, never knowing just how to say,
"I'm sorry"

The one you despise is always there
She's taught me respect, loving and care

She's taught me pride, in my ancestors, all
Because I am me, that's enough to stand tall

She's shown me the beauty in others too
She's even shown me the beauty in you.

She's taught me manners, how to get along
That appreciation and respect should be strong.

She does not worship me as you say, but offers me respect
And even with my imperfection, my trying, she accepts

Were it not for her, when I was in LA
I could hurt myself, or run away

So go ahead, Mother, and call her a whore
You'll only draw me away from you more.

"I'm sorry."