To many I've met,
say my skin colour doesn't match my accent,
It isn't what you expect,
but I hold no apology for being so different.

I'm the Be in best,
that need be worn on my chest
The We in wear,
many fabrics of me. Feeling cut short like a vest.
The Us in usable,
a people the world will love to play,
The one who knows,
life can often feel like a one sided game.
Wait,
here's the fun part of my name.

They read it,
thinking this nation isn't my home
They tell me we're in this together,
but I grew up fighting battles on my own.
I've been told I act too white,
and black when it suites me.
Truth is, I'm caught on both sides.

I'm not so good at dance,
risk embarrassment of taking a chance.
Betterthat than being stuck in stance.
They wonder why I'm so mad,
you made fun of me my whole life,
This is the second stage after being so sad.

I've been told I'm not man enough,
too weak for my good
Wanting to show everyone love.

They ask why I don't make a price
for being so nice
My response, "that isn't my life".
I smile so bright,
in a world so deep in dark
I take all my pain, and put it into poetic art.

They say I'm too reserved,
when I speak truth; I strike a nerve.
So maybe I'm just picky with my words.
They tell me "for a guy you look too pretty",
often deemed as "too cute"
Going "aaww" in sympathy,
"you don't know how to use your looks you fool".

I can't be the one to break girl's hearts,
cause mine will break even more.
Can't be the one to leave them scars,
for my own will be the most sore.

I self identify,
this being the exact reason why.
This is who I am,
a portrait of my own man.
This is just for you to understand,
this is exactly who I am.
If you don't like it, cry me a river
because I don't give a ****.