They constantly criticise us,
Telling us to fix our bushy hair and not speak slang.
But honey we are perfect as we are,
They just don't understand.
Even with our aunties and sunshine,
Especially when we're out of hand.
We are the rainbow nation personified,
The perfect blend of sugar and spice.
We are the ones who shine bright,
We wear the title "COLOURED" with the utmost pride.