Black man me.

Hey, world!

 Take a look at little Black man me.

Raised different,

 I didn't grow up in a "Black" family.

Foster care,

 That was an excuse for them to attack me.

An "Oreo"

 Common lingo, that's what the kids called me...

Grew up on the South side of Milwaukee

 I wasn't good enough.

 Coming from outside of the "ghetto"

 I wasn't good enough...

My stepfather was a White man

 And for some reason that made a difference 

 I was never Black enough to fit

 Regardless of my appearance. 

It got so bad that I remember

 Wondering what was the matter

My Black Skin was worthless Bronze

 But White Skin was a Silver platter... 

And as a kid, I can recall 

 The deep feelings of not belonging...

 As if hanging with my White friends 

 Was somehow doing the wrong thing... 

As I grew up, I saw the world in all shades and varied impressions

I felt keenly all the hatred, the subtle microaggressions... 

Being Black in North America will teach you all types of lessons...

Like being hyper-aware of your standing facial expressions...

Don't come off as "too aggressive."

 The system can be oppressive

 Every job, career, and college

 Will -for Blacks- be quite selective...

I can't imagine How life would be

 If I hadn't been born with Black Skin.

I can't imagine a world

 Where it is okay to be Black in...

I can't imagine equality

 Equity that is never slackened 

A world where all races are valued

 Regardless of what they're lacking.