Why does he talk so white?
They ask with such confusion, such disdain, such arrogance
As if the color actually gripped him by the throat
Poor kid, he wants to be a businessman during his better years
It's a shame he is stuck here in this wretched redneck rodeo of racism
Yesterday I saw the kid break down
He saw some white girl having trouble with her math work
He went over to give her a hand, guess he fancied her for some reason
The kid spoke in a fluid, professional manner
Words coming out so smooth you'd have thought he was eating ice cream
She stops him and gives him this wide-eyed glare
"Why the hell do you talk like that? Ain't you people s'posed to be challenged with words?"
No one ever accused the kids here of being self aware
The kid breaks down right in front of her
His smooth voice becomes a jagged wave as he tries to pick up the words he dropped
He runs out of the room, the girl rolls her eyes and goes back to her work
I find the kid in the bathroom
He asks me "Are you here to ridicule me like your other people?"
I tell him if they were my people I wouldve killed myself by now
I tell him to pick himself up and don't let those jackasses control him
I tell him to keep talking like a man
Not a white man
Not a black man
Don't let stereotypes kill your head start kid