They use to call me Oreo. Said I was dark on the outside but white within.

As if the way I act changes the color of my skin. Yea I’m a mixed girl, millatto, a mutt.

I got the white girl hair and the black girl butt.

They try to get me to check a box with a label.

Never knew which one to check and I felt like that was my fable.

Which one, which one?

Do I check two or one?

She said to me “You don’t count as black.”

With ignorant comments they attack.

To this day they still take me a back.

Darker blacks tell me I can’t relate.

But my skin is dark enough to still get hate. 

They say I can blend so under pressure to fit in I bend.

There is no end. 

“Your not black enough with that light skin.”

But white people say I’m too dark so either way I don’t win.

Choose a side!

Apartheid. 

Black, white or both?

I don’t have to choose one and stick to it by oath.

I choose both because they are both a part of me.

See me for my personality and let me be.

See we are all the same when we bleed. 

Love and acceptance is all we need.