Being Brown

"Orange", his loud voice echoed across the large class room.
Orange candy - a five -year old squealed in a candy-sweet voice.
The sun - responded another meekly.
When did the sun turn orange duffer? Giggles heard from the last row.
In the evening, andI know - shot back a sensible, scratchy head.
"Ushhh. All right" he let out a chiding tone. It is "Brown" this time.
Chocolates - suddenly screamed the tallest girl in the room. A delightful revelation for sure!
My brown shoes. They are new - the proud backbencher din't want to give up.
My mama's chocolate pudding - a very hungry, craving voice came floating from a corner.
Coffee beans. I had seen my granny grinding them - a sharp, intuitive mind tried to score better.
Teddy bear, dark brown skirt, almonds- ahh! He sighed with a certain depth without impeding the favourite brown choices filling up the room.
Back in his apartment, while sipping the evening tea with a busy mind racing towards a variety of things, he suddenly yelled out "Brown"
His friend, who was hooked on to a monthly tabloid, looked up to spare a generous moment.
"Brown" the stern word slipped out of his tongue one more time.
I know! I know! Don't bother yourself much! You can't do much about the racists- A mumbling piece of advice pierced its way through the stylish super model and reached him at the perfect time!
He swallowed it, let out a deep sigh, and started laughing his lungs out!
The loudness of his laughter shuddered across!

by Nimi Kanagasabapathy

Comments (2)

You can't do much about the racists- A mumbling piece of advice pierced its way through the stylish super model and reached him at the perfect time! Brown, black...... etc......... so oo true. descrimination in the 20th centuary.. however we are educated and modern these evils will never be eliminated from the society.. thank you for your insights dear poet. tony
A good start with a nice poem, Nimi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.