Member Poem

I remember when I was walking down the street...and a guy heard me speak... and he called me Oreo...I said excuse me why'd you call me that?? He looked at me with discus and said because you talk white and Homie that ain't right...with a confused looked I replied how does some talk...white?? I said do you mean because I speak with proper grammar...well then yes....I'm a Oreo!! You see my parents taught  me to speak with intelligence...and to always speak my mind...and overall...constantly stay on my grind..if all that means I'm an Oreo...then yes..I am...an oreo