Country Girl

Country Girl

My skin doesn’t glisten like the white beautiful snow,

And my hair isn’t the golden sunshine that it wears,

Or the ruby red tomatoes that

Gently expands my backyard.

I may not have been raised in big city places

To know them designer tags,

To be the girl that I am.

 

I’ve been teased, pointed at and laughed

By the tone of my voice.

People say I’m washed away of my ethnicity,

When the only culture I was taught

Was to be a proud American.

 

I feel befuddled,

When I’ve earned my certificate to vote

That I’m not an equal by my fellow

Citizen that resides with me.

 

I was unaware that the color of my skin

Is determined where I belong,

That the shape of my eyes,

Tells you where I need to go.

 

If you don’t mind,

I’d like to just kick my boots back

And enjoy my cold beer,

In the tail of a pickup truck

Where I enjoy the simple things.

 

My heritage maybe from another culture,

But I wouldn’t judge a book by a cover,

With those who possess ignorance

Will only learn that I’m not that kind of girl,

That will bow down to your knees.

 

I don’t follow all the “Me love you long time”

Rhymes, or speak softly when the opposite gender

Asks me a favor.

I’m loud and I’m proud to be the

Only Country girl I can be.

 

©Chong N. Kim

10/30/09

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the strength and wisdom of your story. It is odd. You would think in a country like the USA. Race, color and were you came from would be meaning less. I have faced racism many times. I was lucky. My father, a Ojibwa/Mexican taught me. "You will be educated and never give anyone a opportunity to look down at you."
"I’m loud and I’m proud to be the
Only Country girl I can be."
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Markymark]

As you should be Dear. As the proud father of three Children half asian/half white. I feel you. The stereotype's are rampant, but you have found your voice. Good on ya. Anyone who cannot see the inner beauty in a person is blind to beauty at all. Such people cannot be educated, for they are blind.

Great piece.

mark