Tell me a secret whisper in my ear so I can better here make sure to seal my lips so I won't tell but wait my mind isn't something you can slip your secrets in and fresh a seal in a refrigerator Like a cheap piece of Tupperware just because I don't have words that come out clearly or come out at all. My dyslexia isn't a warranty my skin color isn't a guarantee a promise from the manufacturing company "That  will guarantee that your dumb friends James-" weight black friends don't have names. "They won't tell anyone your secret" ,but oh I closing my lips wasn't closing your own when it came down to my secrets I see unlike my ears that listen carefully yours misunderstood so excuse me if I get angry excuse me if I want to flip the table and giving you my ******* like a receipt returning your secret sorry I  wouldn't want to be a stereotype you know that one about black people being loud oh that's right I don't sound black you don't mind how I talk oh that's right you are more black than I am oh that's right your white skin makes you more black then I am oh that's right a black man pointing out the white man's races in the stereotypes. Oh no, I won't keep your secrets because you won't keep mine and if you were too dumb to know what secrets are, they are the racist things we call each other by so go back to your indoctrination and drink tea and smoke your cigars with your old white fingers in and long white beard