If being an oreo

is not listening to rock or not talking ghetto

and not wearing Roca Wear* or Apple Bottoms*

or K Swiss*

then call me one for sure

but there were things that interested me

that I could not ignore

you judge me because I'm different, I'm nice,

I'm generous, I'm fun

you thought because of my skin color, being my friend

just couldn't be done

but here we are today

laughing with each other at heart

thinking "wow, this person's so funny,

I hope we never part"

You say you know me, but you don't really

try to say you get me, but you you don't feel me

try to say you're funny, but you don't appeal to me

truth is, you don't know the real me

sure I like rock, but you like rap

you think I have to listen to something to prove that I'm black?

and on the bus, always sit in the back?

well that smack is a load of crap!

You're not black and you listen to rap,

what does that make you?

A wannabe?

Do you see

what I have to go through?

Try putting yourself in my shoes,

in the color of my skin: in my body,

having my nappy hair

I always lose, there's no win

I wonder when people are gonna accept me for who I am

don't stereotype, unless there's a good reason

which there never will be

I'm black, I like rock, rap, and poetry

I AM BLACK, so what?

I am proud to be me...