Mixed

I’m mixed

That’s what I’ve always told them

When they asked me

“What are you?”

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Good question

What am I

I’m black , I’m white

Depending on what you needed me to be at the time

I can rhyme

I can

Blend in

I’m blended.

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When they’d ask me how I am

I’d tell them that I’m splendid

I was lying

I was blue

I had the blues

But on the outside

I was full of color

I was

Lost.

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Sometimes that happens when you wonder

Sometimes that happens when your Dad is Black

Stereotypical

He never really had your back,

And you have a white mother.

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A white mother

Who loved me

Without condition

Whose white parents loved Her,

And me without condition

Who didn’t care if I was purple ,

Green,

Blue,

Or yellow

They’d love me regardless

Like I loved going camping with my grandpa and roasting marshmallows

Making sure they were a perfect golden brown.

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My perfectly imperfect small town

Where most loved me, but some didn’t love the brown in me

Where they’d ask me what I am

But didn’t know

That offends me

Eventually I’d tell them

I’m bi racial.

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I’m bi racial

Yeah that sounds about right

I’m half black I’m half white,

But then again I was still blue

I was still me,

But didn’t know what that was

I was High

Yellow.

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Still Green though.

Needed to be

All up in the scene though.

No more singing Aerosmith

I Didn’t want to miss a thing though

No more singing Billy ray Cyrus with my grandpa

I was

To Cool

I was

Still blue.

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No more playing ninja turtles I was smoking green and purple

Sniffing white while trying to fight the fact that I was hurting

Sometimes

I’d want to close the curtains

Call it a rap

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I’m a rapper

Still trying to blend in

I’m an actor

Now I’m the one offending

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I’m in prison

And On the first day

Someone asks me

“What are you?”

I thought about it,

Then replied

I’m Human.