brown
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A Dream in green,
trying to recount a scene, a place that once was,
can't, is lost.
Can be found, but different.
an absence of time.
Resume when sense,
Brown dirt, brown bark, green leaves,
I was only a freshman when I knew
That life would be tough, and I had some growing up to do.
Although I could hang around til dark catching up with my friends
He is thirteen
Navigating school hallways and people and the nooks and crannies of his developing body
But one thing he can't figure out
Is what's wrong with him
Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak.
Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry.
My name is Reda
It means contentment in Arabic
My mother gave me my name in reverence, finding meaning in a word that she could love her entire life
Dear Brown,
You always follow me
You always stay with me
Like the sun in the summer
And the cold in the winter.
My brown is not your brown
My brown is not his brown
I look into his eyes and
See a fantasy world.
Filled with unique colors...
Colors not yet identified.
Shy sparks of blue
Hide beneath his smile.
They light up the sky
They told me that I was the product of hundreds of years of pain and suffering,That from the blood of my ancestors, I was given Eyes the color of mud,Hair like a sheep,The complexion of an ape,An inherent lust,A body that should be covered,A cultu
As she contacted my eyes,
her words lost their purpose and
gravity,
becoming
dulcet echoes,
gradually
drowning
in the mellow sea
of my subconscious reality.
Some might say the color brown is boring,
bland,
too close to black,
but if you knew, you would understand;
because it’s the color of his eyes.
They’re not just ‘brown’.
Hey. I am fat. Yes, I am a fat ugly bitch.
Or an ugly fat bitch. Call me the way you want!
But I wonder why do you have so much of problem with this?
I have been tired of listening to the same thing over and over again.
the heart of the forest
darkness clothing bark
shadows hugging contours
of tallest trees
spruce and pine bark
boughs drifting down
sweeping needles
Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars
On a sizzling summer day.
A mahogany table on those days when they are able
To sit around it to pray.
Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old
Today I saw a squirrel
and I named it Peanut.
I don't know why:
he just looked like a Peanut,
as in the name and not the food.
He was squat and round,
grey whiskers poking out across
You think my eyes are boring.
But my eyes are chocolate lava that burns into your flesh.
My eyes are the gorgeous mahogany obsidian encrusted jewelry that you will never be able to afford.
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
I am my paintings
Speaking from the walls
Tall and strong
I am more than my traveling lauhter echoing from hall to hall
My earth rich skin
With an abudance of melanin
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
Im flawless because my skin is as warm as the Sun dipped in Black.
Onyx. Black Diamond. Black. Brown. Tan.
As warm as the Sun dipped in Black.
Trust me, I'm beatiful my friend.
As warm as the Sun dipped in Black.
Now that summer washed away,
and school is in full swing,
I realized there's no time to play,
or warmth until this spring.
I must look beyond the gray,
and look for all that's good,
Yellow, Pink, Gold
I see the colors with stories left untold
The vibrancy of the blue sky
The pop of freshly cut green grass
The oranges and the purples and the reds
You looked at me and said,
“I hate my eyes that are dull and brown.
They are not blue and pretty,
They are sad and make me frown.”
I looked into those deep brown eyes,
I've never been led the wrong way
Never been lead astray
Your brown eyes take me on a journey
To another demension
I mesmerize thinking about us
What we could have
Once again Autumn is upon
Leaves are changing,
colors blossom
trees nestle into their winter shell
Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes
just a tree,
just a color,
This land has been alterd
every corner i turn
i see my people suffer
the fire in our soul heavily burns.
we've been building a land for generations
a place founded by love, peace and communication
It is the color from which we rise
The color of rich soil from a land uninhabited and fertile
That soon became home to innovative civilizations
The Americas’ first mathematicians, astronomers, and writers
Billions of blue oxygen molecules,
suctioned and spinning down,
a pair of gasping lungs,
bunching into airy bouquets,
perfumed with honeyed breath,
I lose mine.
Brown skin like the deepest of mahogany,have the deepest of souls but it's a shame that they don't know ...just how much there worth.
They've succumbed and let the world get the best of them then let the ghetto have the rest of them.
attacked, chained and forced on ships
brought to a land to face hardships
there is a light shining above us
illuminating our many shadeds of brown
unique souls and great minds that shaped
They are scared, they fear, they suppress my uniform
They demoralize my people because of what we represent
Just because of the way we communicate, look, and express ourselves
