I’m not like you, and I ain’t gotta be,
I may talk proper, and write “PHONETICALLY”.
I love the whole Rainbow, so you call me an “oreo”?
I wear the rainbow, multi colored soul if you didn’t know.
I don’t fit in your box, or expectation of me,
I may be a skater, poetess, a lil R&B but I’m free…
Free to be..who the FUCK I want,
Free to throw at you some knowledge, that you never caught.
Just because I’m black, doesn’t mean that I’m ghetto,
I don’t have to like Rap, or lose my mind to “Falsetto”.
I’m me and this is not changing, to be a mold of you,
an identical impression of a nightmare come true.
He or she, who judges every book by a cover,
yet must be intrigued for…around me you hover.
You push me towards your small mind, hoping I’ll crave your acceptance,
I don’t need your limitations, your parody, your lack of depth-nance.
I don’t fit in any box, I break all pre conceptions and notions,
I may be a bit of everything, and these are my motions.
I’m original, unique, Fuck it I’m just ME,
I’m not like you, and I ain’t gotta be!