Oreo | A Poem By Yanique Renwick

                                                        OREO    

Oreo,
It’s what they call me,
You know, white on the inside
Black on the outside.
They say this with a chuckle,
As to say I shouldn’t be offended
As if it’s not an insult
WELL IT IS
  It’s like you’re saying i’m a traitor to my own race.
So am I the Benedict Arnold of blacks?
They say “oh you’re such a white girl”
With that mocking tone.
They say I ACT WHITE
But obviously not enough to be subject to white privilege.
So stop calling me white!
  When I see people eat oreos they separate it,
Just how the separate people.
You can’t separate any parts of me
So I am not an oreo.
I am…
Fierce, strong, intelligent
And so much more
But i’m just me.




                                                                    By Yanique Renwick

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Asha (L) Yanique (R)

[Editor's Note] - Hi, it's Asha here, director of The Dinner Table Doc. I had the pleasure of meeting Yanique at Purposefully Pretty's "Big Sister Brunch" where she blew me away with her love for words and self expression. Upon hearing that she wrote poetry, I was more than happy to allow her to share her work on our site.