Average Life of a Brown Girl

Mon, 11/04/2013 - 08:40 -- fariyal

When I was in the 9th grade, you looked at me with happiness

You smiled at me like it was some obligation; an obligation to your degree and an obligation to your paycheck

Never have you given me the educational respect that I needed

When I asked a question, you looked at me with sympathy 

When I failed a test, your judgement was already made

In your mind, you split the class from popular to smart to capable to presence to me

You always gave me exceptions, no, no

You know my parents are brown; their expectations are out of this world

They want everything to be fair, fair, a word of many meanings and different interpretations

You, Mrs. Kelly, have always treated me like a girl in your class

Mrs. Kelly, I want you to treat me like a bright student in your school

Mrs. Kelly, I want you to forget my past

Mrs. Kelly, I have hope in you; take whatever conglomerate of ideas you have of me and erase them

Just have one word in your mind: capability

 

 

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fariyal

This poem means a lot. Brings out my idea

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