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
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.