Brown Girl Dreaming - Jacqueline Woodson

Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson Who is this brown girl dreaming, my teacher wants to know.Staring out the window so.Head in hands and eyes – gone from here.Where are you, Dear?Come back to the classroom, my pretty brown girlI fear you’re halfway around the world.Where is that mind of yours now?Outside the winter stabs through the airsneaks past the classroom windowpane and therebeneath a truck a frozen bird being sniffed by a stray cat,I don’t yet know the word ‘disdain’But in this moment, the world feels far awayI dream of stepping out into it one day to rest my feetin unfamiliar sand, to touch the hand of a boy or girlon the other side – where it’s nighttime now, or summer there.And maybe return to this place, a different girl withjust a trace of who I used to be echoing somewhere nearbyto me and as the teacher goes on and on her words are suddenlybecoming a poem that I may sing on an orange afternooninside a room where people will know my name.Support the showPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree