My Theory

I have a theory
I think that if they just taught kids how to be themselves,
Then we would have no need for therapists or prison cells,
Because you see in school, I was the token black guy,
And to fit in I would do whatever it takes,
But black history month was the only time that I could get a date...

We have a tendency to fear what we do not know,
Because sometimes the scariest thing you could ever hear in life is... no
No you are not popular, and no you are not cool
And no, you will not become anything even if you finish school...

Telemarketing eventually helped me conquer that fear,
But children lack the ability to be so sincere; they just tell it like it is,
"I do not like you because you are different,
And frankly you scare me so your feelings are really none of my business,"

But you see this is where it all begins, the need to be accepted,
Where being considered different is just like being disrespected,
I learned quickly that assimilation helps get rid of awkward tension,
So do whatever is considered in, in order to be accepted,
But you see in elementary school I was not white enough,
And in middle school I was not black enough,
So let me tell you what, you can keep your titles because I have had enough...

I no longer require permission to be who I am,
And I am sick of wasting my breath if you do not already understand that
We are all unique wither you like it or not,
So do not put me in a box cause I will just break the locks,
I defeat stereotypes on a daily basis,
A genius in baggy jeans, ohhhh you should see their faces,
But I am just me, and do not know how to be somebody else,
So love me or hate me as long as you do it by yourself,

I pity the "cool crowd" because your personalities need help
And most of you are just too insecure to think by yourselves,
But I have been there, done that and got the free t-shirt
The one that we all wear because originality is just like a big secret

But I refuse to conform to your capitalist mentality,
Where we all watch the same meaningless crap on TV
And where little girls confess their sins
To a toilet bowl shedding pounds from the cuticles
Because somebody lied and said that becoming a toothpick was beautiful
And in school they always said that loving math would help,
But I never once learned how to love myself.

But hey, I guess better late than never,
Because honestly I have never felt better
So please, take a moment to reflect on who you are,
And when I say who you are, I do not mean what you are
Because what you are has already been decided from up above
And God did a perfect job so please show him some love
And if most of you do not agree with everything that you just heard me say,
Than you just helped me prove my point,
So thank you very much, and have a great day.