I Found Me

I've always wondered what it means to be white.

My whole life I've felt I wasn't getting it right.

My parents were never pronounced husband and wife,

and I've never known how it felt to be tucked in at night.

My mother never read to me, she kept no books on the shelf,

I couldn't wait to go to school so I could learn to read to myself.

I also got to thinking, why wasn't my dad there?

He probably would've been if my mother never had an affair.

I won't get into that, that's another story,

rather ramble on how I felt unfit for the caucasian category.

I remember buying my clothes from the thrift,

So I grew up resenting those draped in Abercrombie & Fitch.

Everyone suggests I've been subject to opportunity,

but unfortunately that is a concept that is new to me.

I'm from Houston, Texas, where they chop and screw the beat

I grew up struggling next to my community,

but my community looks to me with scrutiny.