The Oreo

The Oreo AKA The Coconut

Black on the outside and white on the inside

Tastes Better in milk

But it wouldn't be better in white

Even when dipped in milk

You can still see it’s black

But no one cares

It's the white cream in the middle

They eat up after pulling the black biscuits apart

The Oreo

Confused whether black or white

It looks Black but can't be black because of its inside

Can't be white because it’s clear to see it’s black

Maybe if I’m in the milk long enough

I’ll Be white, the Oreo thinks

But Instead the poor confused Oreo

breaks and watches the other side of herself sink deep into the milk

Now they are missing parts of themselves

Maybe if I change up my inside

The oreo thought once again

Toffee, caramel, Brownie, chocolate hazelnut

Anything close to black

Until she finally found the flavour

Dark chocolate as dark as her outside

But just when she thought she was whole

She started being fascinated by other flavours, curious of them

Mint, Lemon and you guessed it

Birthday cake flavour

White with little sprinkles of no identity

But is it really no identity or just exposure to so many?

I guess it's a question only she can answer.

And an answer she has to come to terms with

But I hope she knows

That the black outside and the “different” inside are what make her Iconic

Iconically misunderstood sometimes

but still iconic regardless