A Brown Girl

An Indian girl dressed in bridal finery, looking down, eyes, shielded, but standing tall

Is it my brown skin that you don't like?Or that despite my brown skin,I stand where I do?Or maybe you don't likethat I was born a girland I was to stand behindmy man while he baskedin all the glory.But instead, although I am a girl,I take center-stageand take the applausefor my life's work.Or maybe it …