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The little brown girl inside me wonders
will those around me acknowledge my presence?
Should bellhops be hailing me taxicabs
and I the one tipping the staff?
Yes madams thrown out to me easily,
while I look out the window, to see a rag woman.
She pushes a cart clinging with cans
people looking away as she passes by.
The little brown girl inside me wonders
do I belong among the elite?
Should I be here among marble floors
waiters and waitresses for every need?
Dining on six and seven course meals,
while listening to a violinist play Mozart.
People standing in line waiting to be seated,
while I sit with CEOs and company presidents.
The little brown girl inside me wonders
about the little brown girls of tomorrow.
She sits up tall so that she might shine
for those following the path she tries to pave.
Brushing off dirt left by today’s society
she lifts their chins while lifting their self-esteem.
Letting them know that they too belong
among marble floors sitting with the elite.
by: Joyce Rose-Harris © 2006
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PaisleyPerspective 
I love this poem…I have felt the same way.