Oreo

I was watching word spoken poetry and it was titled Oreo.
   Like this boy, I loved Oreos when I was younger but hated when I was first called an "Oreo"

Now for people who don't know what an "oreo" is, it's  a black person who is white on the inside. Black people who don't really "act black." a person who supposedly "acts white".

Now when I heard this as a child, it was not something I liked hearing. At that moment, I think I would have liked hearing I was a nigger. Telling me I'm not really my race.  Just because ignorance wasn't the first thing out of my mouth, but it was the first thing out of theirs. I believed an Oreo was the worst thing to be called.
 They thought they were giving a compliment, when it was really an insult. They thought I would just smile and say thank you to not being black. when instead it haunted my mind for  weeks and months. No, just because my friends in high school were white doesn't mean I wanted to be just like them. I wanted to be black, I wanted to be a person. later in life I chose to ignore it or brush it off , say "oh yea I am what I eat", but only because it was easier than crying at night about what others called me. By then I had heard more racist jokes like "do you hate cotton?" ( yea I know that's not funny, but he sure thought it was)

For my people who have been called Oreos or any other hateful words, I feel for you. I know how it feels. let's throw away the term "Oreo" and "Twinkie" or whatever you want to say to describe how a person supposedly  acts or looks.