The song of the Oreo

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?

We're biracial.

 

 

 

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