7th Grade: Why are you such an oreo?

9th Grade: Lol, you’re like sooooo white. Smiley face, smiley face, XD!
11th Grade: Just put on that preppy white girl act, and I’m sure they’ll let us in.

Let me start off by saying
There is a certain ignorance relating
To acting black

Apparently the color of my skin dictates
How I’m supposed to orate

No, its not appropriate for you to state
That there is an inverse relation
Between my complexion
And my use of a dictionary

When I was younger
My smile gave the wrong
Definition to such statements

I mistook turn the other cheek
As an allowance to be meek

Instead of speaking up
I sat down
Allowing them to
Dumb
My
Skin
Down

Because obviously
My ability
To put together
Complex
Comprehensive
Conclusive
Sentences
Is a novelty,

And no
It’s not because I’m black
You try and contain me
Like your sweet little cookies
In transparent blue box of stereotypes

As if whitewashing me
With your  words
Makes someone like me,
who is not a novelty,
Easier to swallow.