I’m never going to justify any of my identities
I have a right to exist in every shape I please
How you gon introduce yourself to me
And question my Africanness because of my Muslim belief
And my Islam because of this Black me
Child, if you want I can be real petty
How you so Afrocentric and wear a dashiki made in Taiwan
Talk all that pro-Blackness, can’t speak any African languages. Not even one
Say I’m betraying my ancestors, who you sleeping with fam
Habibti, don’t look down on me
Because we’ve been Muslims longer than your forefathers have lived
Descendants of Bilal Radi-Allahu ‘anhu, Maninka
Real Black Muslim Royalty look at us
You hear how we recite the Holy Qur’an
Jeliya, Mbalax, Soul, Blues all wrapped in one
Colourful melodies like my headwraps
Covering this sacred 4C hair up
I tould you I could be petty
African Muslimah, it’s litty
Farafinna 