Mama,
I just don't fit in, I've never fit in,
Answered all the questions my teachers asked,
And they all laughed.
I used to think it was because I was wrong,
But they laughed because I'm right.
"Why I carried books when their were trees to light?"
I told them reading makes me happy.
Is being smart such a bad thing?
Because they answered with fists full of fake diamond rings.
Maybe that's why they never liked me.
They called me an Oreo, black on the outside, white on the in.
I guess God made a mistake when he made my dark skin.
But you always said that God doesn't make any mistakes, Mama.
I think I'm just a freak.
I told you Mrs. Henderson's dog bit my arm, but it was me.
I tried to scratch and see if the real me was underneath;
All I did was bleed.
At least I'm a man now.
The rabbi in apartment b told me so.
He said when boy's turn thirteen,
We become men ready to fight for our dreams.
I think I'll see grandma again.
That's what I decided Mama. Since , I'm finally a man.
