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Sistahs, Oh Sistahs!
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~Sistah, Oh Sistah~ Back in the day, When I was in school My brown skinned sistahs Always acted the fool Telling me that I could Not hang with them... 'cause my skin didn't Have enough melanin! Sistah, oh sistah are we still in school? Why'd you have to be so rude? Can't we all just get along or Are we destined to sing the same old song? "You're too light" "You act too white!" "You sound like 'them'" "We're not your friend!" Gee, kaygee times have changed Didn't you get the memo to your brain? Or don't you know, haters love to hate Pull one in and she can't wait... To diss and to insult... It's what they've perfected... While positive things often go neglected! You know, like positve energy... Encouragement, without ego More tactful words will help your sistahs to grow! Love one another with support and kindness... It's not too much to ask is it, Your Blindness? Sistah, oh sistah Are we still in school? Why'd you have to be so rude? Can't we all just get along or Are we destined to sing the same old song? "Your hair's too straight" "Your skin's too bright!" "You must think that you're white!" "We hate you though we Dont even know you!" Sadly, my dear, that Mentality remains to be true ! I love you, my brown skinned sistah Learn to love so my words will miss ya as the winds of peace gracefully Kiss ya... Forever! � 2007 Miriam L. Jacobs. All rights reserved. No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author. We can make a difference!

Reviewed by Robin Ayele (Reader)

Reviewed on September 23, 2007

Miriam,

So true, so true! I hear ya and you are on point! Enjoyed the read. Very well written!

Reviewed by D. Isley

Reviewed on September 18, 2007

Beautiful piece of work. I love it . . .

Reviewed by Mary Wilson

Reviewed on September 14, 2007

Oh my dear,this brings back so many memories from the day. My skin has darkened from living in the South. But being born and raised up north and living in Alaska for a while, your poem certainly explains my constant trials and tribulations. Having 3 dark skin sons puzzled people even the more. Great Write!

Reviewed by April Sims

Reviewed on September 1, 2007

I can relate to this. GREAT write. You put what I have been thinking for years onto paper and summed it up nicely

Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii)

Reviewed on August 25, 2007

Mimi, so sad that so many sistahs are caught up when they should shut up. PLB&G for caring and sharing. <Mikii>