Trying To Put Out My Dumpster Fire

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Little Brown Girl(poem)

The problems that occur
Rise with the color of your skin
They never understand you
You look nothing like kin

The years of oppression
Cant be reversed
In the new age of our president
In the backwoods of the country

They still sit on their porches
With their shotguns
Miles of rope
Form millions of lynches in the trees

Their red ringed necks
Hatred filled eyes
Filthy mouths that spout 'nigger' every chance
Dare you to contradict

They cant stand the sight of you
But you cant leave their sights, no
They refuse to acknowledge you exist
Refuse to see you as a person
But you cant leave little brown girl
Oh no

Something might be amiss
Something might be stolen
Something might be missing
So you sit there in that corner
You sit there little brown girl
With your hands on your lap
Youre not real
Youre less than that

And the problems of our country
Rests on your shoulders
Fingers that heal
Make art, fix cars
Hands that created
Streetlights and hair grease
Are better suited
To pick that cotton
Tend to that house
And bear the brunt of that whip
Thats your place little brown girl

Thats when our fine country
Went downhill
You people wanted freedom
You people wanted rights
Selfish niggers

And you feel all the things unsaid
Like a horrible weight on your chest
Doesnt matter if your educated
Doesnt matter if your moms white
Doesnt matter if youre a decent person
Youre still the monkey that gets poked at the zoo

And in that aspect you realize youre alone
And the race barrier is too big
Too wide of a gap
Trying to explain to your white friend
Who shrugs you off
Yes her familys crazy
Yes theyre racist
But she wants you there
And you love her right?

So its not if youre willing
but how much
Do you sell your soul
to feel inferior?

7:10 pm - Tuesday, Jul. 21, 2009

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