Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

A girl like you

So let me tell you a story, there was once this shy quiet white guy who sat in the back of my class, he never really fit in, just because ya know, he was like the only white guy in the school surrounded by nothing but black folks.

Like that was enough right there to make him odd, but he some how always found ways to make himself even odder than before, he was always drawing some type of super hero comics, and never paying attention when the teacher was calling him.

So he often got in trouble a lot.

Everyone would laugh and tease him and me included, because I just thought this kid was the strangest boy I had ever met.

And just when I thought he couldn't get any odder, turns out the white boy could rap!

I mean, I've never seen a white boy trying to rap before, it was so laughable, but also so inappropriate.

I would tell this kid, "You really shouldn't try to take what's already ours, your stealing our culture, and I don't exactly appreciate it."

He would then look at me with all wide eyes, while running off down the hallway to God know's where.

But I felt good, at least having warn him that black folks weren't going to take kindly to a white boy rapping.

Now you see, your probably wondering who I am, Well my names Monica Brown and I am by far the smartest girl in this school to let my teachers and grades tell it. I take pride in being African American and educated because I actually want to become someone. I'm going to beat all the odd's despite what the white man may think of our people.

Who know's, maybe i'll even be the president?

But you see my dreams couldn't exactly come true, not while there was a certain white kid infringing on our cultures like the culture vulture he was.

So when our history teacher gave us a project and I just so happened to get paired up with this kid, out of all the people in my class, you could imagine I wasn't the happiest girl in town.

"Alright listen Culture Vulture, One of these day's i'm going to be somebody, and i'm not going to have you endangering that with your foolishness and silly dreams, so you sit here and you just paste these pictures of George Washington on that board, got it?" I asked him.

He looked at me for a second and smirked, "Little Ms. Brown smartest girl in town, think's she God's gift to world when all she is is a clown." He rapped.

Was he serious?

"Look, I don't care what you think of me, i'm just trying to get an A on this project for I won't have to deal with you any longer." I protested.

"You have dreams don't you?" He suddenly asked jokes aside as he looked at me seriously for a change.

"Of course, like I said i'm going to be somebody, no matter what people may say, and no matter the color of my skin because i'm gonna rise above everyone's expectations and show them that a little black girl from the hood can be more than a drug addict, more than a single mom, and more than somebody's toy to play with." I spoke feeling that passion burn in me once again.

He shot me a look I couldn't particularly read, until he sort of smiled just a tiny bit, "Then we're more a like than you think, My dream is basically the same as yours, and I really don't care what you think of me, or my rapping skills, but I know i'm going to be a rapper one day, and i'm not giving that dream up just because my skin isn't dark enough." He explained.

And when he said that, I tried to look at thing's from his point of view, yet it was still difficult picturing a white boy rapping. But I realized he was right, and I honestly didn't have any right to judge because honestly I did't know a thing about him.

"Alright..well..in that case I guess I apologize, but don't get it twisted..we're not friends or anything." I said making sure he understood we weren't buddies or anything, just two people who have a mutual understanding.

He nodded as we began working on our history project.

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Over the next couple of months I will admit I started to like the white kid, I found out his name was Marshall and I learned a bit about him. We had History and English together and we would sometimes talk while I listened to some of his raps that he had made up.

And if I was completely honest, he wasn't bad like I expected him to be.

One day our English teacher assigned us a poem to write about anyone or anything as long as it was about somebody that gave you inspiration.

So I wrote a poem about Rosa Parks, who inspired so many black folks to rise up against racial injustice and I was happy with how it turned out.

I read it in front of the class and got a lot of claps and applauds which made me happy.

After me it was Marshall's turn and I was pretty curious about who or what he wrote his poem about, but I had a feeling it was going to be good since poems and raps are some times very similar.

He got in front of the class and flipped his notebook to the correct page and began reading..

"A girl like you, is hard to come by,

sassy, arrogant, and a little rude but does her best to always try,

One of those girls that can keep you wondering for days,

About your self worth, identity, and what the truth pays,

This girl labeled me a vulture without even knowing,

That  inside my mind I appreciate her culture,

But this girl for some reason keeps me motivated

Even though at times I will be harassed and hated,

A girl like you can definitely one day get the crown,

Speak her mind, her fears, her hopes, to the town.

And one day when she does, I hope she looks back,

And give a nod to the white boy who she always gave some flack."

 He finished and the room remained completely silent for some time, and I didn't know if they were shocked because his poem sounded so good, or the fact that he never broke eye contact with me the entire time he was reading.

The teacher looked at me and then back at him and smiled, "Well Mr. Mathers maybe you should hang out with your friend Ms. Brown more often if it's going to get you to actually do your homework." The teacher joked.

Marshall nodded and walked back to his desk but first he had to pass mine in order to reach his, and as he was walking by he shot me a wink which made me blush.

But that's when I knew, me and this kid was going to go far.

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