If water was wet...
If the sun was bright...
If justice was fair...
If loving you was right...
Everything would be alright. 

If I were born white... 
If I had straight hair...
If I was were more bright...
If I knew what clean water felt like...
Everything...would be alright.

If I grew an inch...
If I were born rich...
If eagles were bald...
If you would have just called...
Everything would be alright. Oh!

I...I.... I think everything would be alright...
Am I good enough to be? 
Am I good enough to breath? ( I want to...) 
Do I take up to much space? 
Am I worthy to be named?
Am I worthy of your time?
Am I worthy of mine? 

I don’t want to be my mistakes. (Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Alright.)

Alright. 2x
Start again? Add it on? Start again? Add it on?
Alright 2x

Is it called a trick when I am sweet and all I want to do is kiss my teeth?
Is it kind or is it a lie? 
Is it a crime to want to just get by? 
Get on by, get on by. Uh!

You are worthy of your face. 
You are worthy of your love. 
I don’t need yours, I got enough. I’m worthy of my smile. 
Hey girl...you’ve got that style. Everything will be....
Uh, Huh. Say it. 

Alright
Oh, I’m tired of explaining the kinks in my hair!
Sometimes, I feel... I feel like I’m as tangled as my mane. 
If I’m conditioned, the world complies. 
Tomorrow never happened yet you gift it so many plans. 
Waiting for the future but, waiting for the future but the pen is in your hand. 

(“ I don’t want to be a performative black. I just want to wear black and perform...Damn. I don’t need a comb! Would you leave me alone!?
The woman I want to be. I proclaim I am her now. I find myself ensconced in her love. Resplendent in the possibility.” ) 

Write on! Write on!
Right on.
On, on, on, on. Ohh!

If water was wet...
If I grew an inch...
If justice was fair...
If I was more bright...
If I knew what clean water felt like....
Seen from space. Can see her from 70 billion  miles away.