You said You are not white like me, And I could tell that you meant no harm. It's within me that I hurt. Because I should never have felt ashamed of this, but I did.
You said Do you have brown pride? And my immediate response was Why wouldn't I be proud of where I'm from? But what I truly meant was, How could I?
I hear it everywhere, On the news when the Middle East is being demonized yet again, Where all that is broadcast is images of "barbaric" people. Never once do I see the people who are hurting. I know they are for I feel their hurt with them. No amount of ignorance or lack of press will ever dull this ache.
I see it everywhere, When having olive skin is in an invite to be stared at, at carnivals, letting my anger wear itself on my sleeve. When I return to school after April break and get the comment, You got dark.
1. different (in a way that makes it hard to make friends) 2. a person who strives for a deep understand of complex things (but quick to point out how little I really know) 3. someone who loves the Idea we are all made of star stuff 4. an artist 5. bad with tech 6. pretty sure I have the brain of an 80 year old 7. not really sure who I am...
i am the cloud spinner who breathes a great fog through the mountains with ever breath in and out i am the sky shaker with every mighty clap of my hands the heavens give way i am the sun tender with each day i light the fire that brings you warmth with every evening i slowly fade it into the colors of the night sky i am the world around you child i am love and hate storm and sun i am rath of the ocean and mercy of the sky i am the heat of the desert child i am the fridgid moutain cold i am the breath of each and every living thing my child i am life.
I feel like a little bird, Trapped in a small cage, Trapped by society's gaze, Trapped by my own race, I am not a bird,
I feel like a tree, Reaching for the sun, Reaching for a chance, Reaching as high as I can, I am not a tree,
I feel like a flower, Getting picked on by people who run, Getting picked on by everything's glare, Getting picked on by how I look, I am not a flower,
I feel like everything that I am not, I am treated as everything other than a human being, For my race makes it as though I am undeserving of being treated as a human, Our lives matter, My life matters, I am a human, I am a person of color.