He found me
"Ahaa! You're brown skinned!!
What is it exactly- gold or just brown?"
I wanted to straighten him
Out, that poor clown.
"You're too colored,
How much heat does it take to fry a neuron?"
Insane reporters never cease to amaze me...
I tried to speak but I couldn't,
For my speech impaired insanity;
His stupid dry brain had to be wooden,
Teh! And they said I was crazy.
Then he lied:
I used to be black y'know, sorry brown,
You're brown right?"
"My parents are white..."
He lost me.