am i really an oreo ?
am i a black person coated with a white exterior shell ?
what is the definition of being black?
please, explain this to me.
jordans, bongo jeans, pullover hoodie, leather jacket..
is that how i should dress ?
uggs, levis jeans, body suit, canada goose jacket..
is there something wrong with how i dress ?
the first thing you see are clothes and looks, the part that you don't learn is the personality and spirit. the rope pulling my limbs from each side spit me in two, the pain is unbarable but yet easily covered up. you make me evaluate the inner and outer beauty of my soul, question my morals and the person i've grown to become.
society devides us, making us see the differences instead of the similiarities. you made me as much as i made you, the age of darwinism is over but the thesis is here to stay.
i am no better than you, i listen to the steyerotypes and judge you before i meet you. i know how you will sound and act before you get near. sometimes i feel better than you, above you, because i am different. the money, the clothes, the grammar, and tone.. it makes me better than you, because i can float into different situations without being detected, not because i'm telling a lie but because the lie has become a part of me.
you made me this way, and there are no signs of either of us changing.
so you tell me how to be the person i am suppose to be
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