What the Brown Girl Wants

November 27, 2011
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The brown girl wants not to be seen
but heard.
She wants her voice to travel the seven continents of the world
Speaking of beauty and justice.
The brown girl wants a voice.
The brown girl doesn’t want to--
Do math, study science
get into the medical field,
Become a caged pharmacist
Like her mother suggests.
The brown girl wants to speak her feelings.
The brown girl doesn’t want to let her parents down.
But report cards are her tickets to trouble
Because numbers and graphs
equations and maps
just won’t do for the brown girl.

The brown girl just doesn’t know
what to do anymore.

The brown girl wants no labels.
The color of her skin
doesn’t need to be associated with curry.
She doesn’t need to be called Desi
Just because she’s an Indian.
She just wants you to say her name
with a meaning

Her name means good qualities

So whether you whisper her name, or shout it

Say her name carefully like it’s a prized jewel

The brown girl
Wants to sit by her window
And stare at the sky
As the sun says goodbye
And the stars glisten lighting up the night

The brown girl wants to write poetry under the moon.

The brown girl wants a little sun
she wants to go to the park with her friends,

And laugh with them till she gets abs

Get her hands sticky while

melted drops of ice cream are falling down her chin
Swing till her hands bleed
From grasping the chains to stop herself from falling
She wants to go for morning walks

And hear the silent sounds of no traffic

While the wind caresses her cheeks

Making them blush red from the cold
She wants her mother to stop worrying
About the bad boys smoking down her street.

She wants her mother to stop worrying that someone might spit swear words in her face

When going

She wants her mother
To stop

The brown girl wants a little space to sprout,
A little time to think,
The brown girl wants to be somebody
She doesn’t want to be just the “brown girl”
She wants to be a poet
She wants to be an inspiration
Grow up,
and help kids get outta the ghetto.
She wants to expand on her inner creativity
Give her an brush, and she’ll paint you a city

Give her a pen, she’ll write you a poem

The brown girl wants to fly

She wants to escape the cage of chaos

Escape the expectations and rules

And fly towards the illusions

that put her to sleep at night

Of hopes & dreams and everything more

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shaq96 said...
Dec. 13, 2011 at 7:54 am
Wow I really liked this. You are very talented!!!
escapist replied...
Dec. 13, 2011 at 6:35 pm
Thanks! Appreciate the love.
cinnabeastymon said...
Dec. 11, 2011 at 7:46 pm
thats koolio
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