The white kids call me "oreo"
The black kids call me "oreo"
Why am I an oreo?
Why does liking Star Trek,
The Beatles,
Indie pop,
Reading books,
Watching foreign films,
Anime and cartoons
Mean I'm "white on the inside" ?
I don't want to be white.
My father hails from the Motherland
My mother's roots go back to slavery
My skin is dark,
My nose is flat,
My lips are big.
And I love everything about that.
Is that not enough to satisfy your quota?
I'm not trying to be white,
I'm just trying to be myself.

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