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.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
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.
True Story...