Brown Girls
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I only had eyes for you
The way your cheeks turned raw
At the slightest inconvenience
And your eyes gently watered
At every scolding
There she was,
pretty and brown.
In the high castle,
Dead bodies all around.
She took liver temps,
and checked stomach contents.
As I looked in awe
of what I wished to represent.
Brown is a mix of innocence and experience, because not everything is as easy in black and white. It is a blend of the natural essence in life. Her warmth assembled into your irises to turn the way you see things.
I love everything about myself
I don’t care if my confidence offends you lack thereof
I don’t care if a billion dollar industry is hurt
Lovely that we get to live here.
Grateful for the hard work of someone else, For Chance
Mamá always lied to herself
I used to think she lived
covered in a silk of illusion,
distancing herself from her thoughts–
measuring happiness with grains of rice.
Lightskin was my dream
Ignorant to my beauty
My reflction was my nightmare
But I lived in darkskin
Brown as can be
My skin was my hated reality
How can I live with such low self esteem
Look, Mommy!
I grab the bleach blonde
Fake ponytail extension
From the Target shelf
And place it, like a crown,
atop my frizzy chestnut brown curls.
Mommy, can I have it please?
