This is not a poem,
It is an insult to those who are reading,
To those who don’t know how to dab,
So instead, you keep repeating pipe it up and stab.
You stay in the background,
You want to be the hype man but all you can call is a cab
You are either black, white or Indian. Thats what everyone see’s
But to you, you are browned.
You think you’re light skined
Meanwhile, the only thing light about you,
Is the reason why you’re looking like you belong in a play ground.
What you need to do is to show him
And stop acting like you know him
This is not a poem