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Dear brown girl,
They don’t know why
You are dripping in melanin
And honey and cocoa butter.
They don’t know that
Rip off the blindfoldsAnd make them see youMake it knownWhat you wantWhat is rightMake it knownThat you are human tooMake them seeWhat it is like to live like you
Content notice: Violence against people of color,
people with disabilities, trans wimmin, and gender
nonconforming people; allusion to suicide,
sexual violence, and genocide. End of content notice.
Nothing more what elese to say?
Have our days been counted?
What to do but pray?
I live a life of oppresion
And being brown is my obsession
But how has my color helped me?
My rights are being taken away!
You scream while I cannot go to the bathroom in my home state.
My rights are being violated!
Your skin gets you promoted
My skin gets me deported
Your skin is stern
My skin learns
But skin is just a layer of tissue
Is my black beautiful? I live in a generation that's cleaning up the mess the previous had made. Striving for equality, justice, but one thing doesn't seem to change.
Inspired by Imagination by Phyllis Wheatley. I wrote this for a class. It connect the struggles of people of color of the past to people of color today. I modeled it after Wheatley's poem in form.
Brown boy, brown boy come around
Come hear the tale of the new kid in town.
He ain't no peach this fine young thing
I heard he aint even got a wedding ring
What so cool about this new fellow
Land of the free
Home of the brave
As long as you're white
And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
Who decided that our skin was tainted
Anything that isn't light and innocent
Light and free
Is an enemy to purity
The skin is what decides who we are
Even when you try to take on another skin
