My friend told me I wasn't black

I asked her why is that

She said I acted way too white

I was frozen where I sat

Here was someone deep with thought

Whose views on me were bleak

I asked her to explain her view

Her explanation was weak

She told me that I was too smart

In every word I spoke

And when she talked about my clothes

I almost began to choke

I was, to her, overly educated

To be considered black

After this we never spoke

And I will not look back

If all I am to you is a cookie cutter

Example of a race

Then I would rather not know you

And never see your face

You will not define the title of

The person I will be

There is only one that can make that claim

And that human is me.