This poem is my representation of what I have learned throughout this course while doing application assignments, blog assignments, group discussions, reflective journals, and watching media segments on children's identities and development and how it is impacted by bias and discomfort.
I Wish...
As I look through the eyes of
my young black sister I
noticed her looking at the
white girl with the long
straight hair I wish my hair
looked like that as she go
about her day she hear her
lips are to big, her hips are to
thick and her but is to big and
as she look at the white girl
she says I wish I had her eyes,
her lips, her hips, her butt, I
wish I was white and as her
day close to an end she hears
the white girl mom say I wish
you had lips like that and my
little black sister says to herself
I no longer want what she got
because she wish she could
look like me
LaCasa,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this poem. I can definitely attest to the feeling of wishing I was someone else. I used to wish I was a different race, had a different type of hair, and different color eyes. I found that after some exploring of my inner-self, that I am perfect the way that I am. I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl whom I can instill the notion that we are all created in God's image and that she is PERFECT the way she is.