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When I was younger I would always wonder

why my mom moved to a neighborhood

with no one of my color

I only saw one boy who looked like me

but he lived to far away on another street

the only reason I knew that I was different

is because a group of little boys made it

quite evident

that I was darker than they were

Immediately thats when my life became a blur

they never talked about me discreetly

and they always said thngs to hurt me

like when the little girl who told me I came

from the jungle

just because I had a different lingo

by the time I became a teen

I knew I had to change in order

for them to stop being mean

so I changed the way I dressed & walked

even went as far as changing the way I talked

they soon accepted what I pretended to be

but I was still unhappy with me

rap music played no more in my stereo

because I was trying to hard to be an oreo

I let them push me around like I was their toy

just because I was trying to be the coolest

white/black boy

I even went and got me a white girlfriend

thats when I really found out I didn't fit in

I don't think they thought it was fair

for me to have and to hold one of theirs

so just to show me how they felt

ten of them beat me down with their belts

they left me there bleeding on the ground

and right then and there I vowed

never again will I be beat down

I couldn't believe it I was black and blue

and didn't have anyone to turn to

after I thought about it

I realized I have ignored my race

and their was nothing I could do to save face

I tried to hang around those who were black

but I soon found out that they didn't want me back