As I fill out the form it asks me
Oh darlin' what's your racial identity?
I look to the sky
I think with all of my might
Am I african american or am I caucasain white?
My skin is fair
It's neither pale nor chocolate
Don't ask me again because frankly, I've had enough of it
I'm biracial, beautiful, coco-butter brown
With my frizzy hair, as I wear my crown
I am the queen in my mixed skin
Like an oreo in milk, I try to fit in
They say being different is hard
Yet we struggle to remember how our ancestors were barred
We listen to the same music as our friends
We eat the same foods, don't you see the trend?