Thursday, May 7, 2015

Brown Girl

Brown girl, you don’t have to cry no more. No.
Today the eyes looking at you will judge you for the color of your heart
No matter the color of the eyes
Your grandmother and her grandmother knew nothing of the skin free joy of your life
Every single walking step for them tested their spirit
They prayed that the, “Precious Lord, would take their hand, lead them on, let them stand”
They were tired. Yes.
They were weak sometimes. True.
But they persevered, Brown Girl, for you
They prayed that someday their trial would end
Yes, you’re still a babe now
Not far removed from the suckle of your mother, but light years
From the mulatto, nappy, colored and second class citizen labels of your foremothers
Now, you are a girl. Simply.
Free to play, to dream, to sing, to inspire and to be whomever you decide
Brown girl, you don’t have to cry no more. No.
You leave your eyes clear to see your way through the fights of your generation.
We have left much work for you to do
Leave your mind clear to find the ways that we did not know needed changing
Leave your heart free to soar beyond the stratosphere and discover worlds that we dared not dream about
Leave your anger alone
Replace it with the triumphs of a two century old war that your foremothers
fought for you to be free of tears
Brown girl, you don’t have to cry no more. No.
Celebrate your skin, your hair, your hips, and your mind
Hold your head up high
Wear your smile wide and
Let your eyes glisten
Brown girl, you don’t have to cry no more. No.

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