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What If
What if things go from bad to worse
What if I forget how to write a verse
What if the stars come falling down
What if in summer rains come pouring down
What if I stopped trying at night to lie down
What if everyone stared at me since my skin is brown
I belong to a country of brownies of which I am proud
I hold my lands flag high and am now screaming it aloud
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
I Was A Brownie
An unfortunate name for a girl scout underaged, being black made it even more ironic - but I learned a lot and experienced rejection and neglect big time - I think one person spoke to me the entire time I was in the troop. Gods! We are hated - we brownies. I wish I lived in a land where I could shout the name of my country without thinking of its many slights and blows and injustices. The successes yes, but the cost. The cost. I am beginning to accept that this is universal here no matter who your are or what class you hail from. Hard country to live in. Trump is learning the truth of pluralism. We really suck at it! - Stella -
I had forgotten all about this poem
Thanks for reading it.....
The world is large
Bigger still the cosmos
Let's bury differences
And keep inside thermos
©bishu