Bougie

I have

never been hood enough

Nor have I

been treal enough

As soon as I am 

Spotted

I am categorized as

better

Or at least

That was what I was told

I thought of 

My self

Like

I ain't enjoy a

Fried bologna sandwich

with

Red kool-aid

or that I ain't listen to

UGK

(when my mama wasn't around)

of course

Of course

I could not

relate to

Disconnection notices

cause daddy was

Disconnected and 

I went

Unnoticed

Of course

I could not relate to

Being

Touched before time

and feeling unsure

of how my 

Life 

would turn out after

having a baby cause

I

was being 

too Fast

I ain't know about

Whippings

cause I

I was born with a

Silver spoon in my 

Mouth

Tarnishing my feeling to be

Black

for real

I was an

Off-brand 

Imitation

so 

Of course 

I couldn't feel

The blatant

Racism 

That hindered me

from excelling

Or 

the Patronizing comments

that were supposed to be

Compelling

My poems did not capture

the essence of my 

Community

I wish I wasn't

Considered

so damn

Bougie