Brown skin, dark hair;
This little girl is so scared.
Why am I different?
Why don’t they like me?
I don’t know how much more I can bear.
They treat me so differently;
It’s just not fair.
Doesn’t God love me, too?
Why, God? Don’t they like your work of art?
I am the piece You painted with Your own two hands.
I may be little but I will take a stand.
God, use me; Use me however you can.
One nation, under God,
Together we fall and together we stand.
Please, God, use me as Your hands.