“Brown boy” I was called
in a playground filled with brown skin.
Bakla! they yelled then pushed me
as my mouth swallowed dirt and grime.
I stood and walked away
looking macho and tough
like the leatherman from Village People
while the discordant voices of pre-pubescent boys
screeched behind me
“Brown boy” I was called
in an elementary school filled with brown skin.
"You hit like a girl!" Emerson yelled
as the tetherball hit my head.
My lips slammed on cement and grass
as I quickly stood up
trying to look mighty as the shirtless
and barrel chested Johnny Weissmuller.
Silently yelling like Tarzan, I hit the tetherball
and everyone laughed
“Brown boy,” I was called
in a middle school filled with brown skin.
"Why you no speak good English, bra?"
as they tripped me,
tasting milk and mac & cheese on the
filthy cafeteria floor.
I stood up, looking as strong as Big John Studd
with his long blonde mane and burly physique.
I picked up my lunch and walked away
listening to their
snickering
“Brown boy,” I was called
in a high school filled with brown skin.
"Watch out Ronson, Will’s a māhū!"
as my mouth slammed on rusty cold steel on locker 302.
I dated Catherine so that I looked
like a ladykiller like Tom Selleck
with his thick mustache and hairy chest.
And as I held Candy’s hand, I still heard them
laughing
“Brown boy,” I was called
in a university filled with brown skin.
I spoke and wrote like I did not sound
as my mouth tasted a woman’s various orifices.
I was seductive as Selleck, imposing as Studd,
mighty as Weismuller, and macho like Village.
Brown boy was I with my brown eyes
dilating at a mere sight of beard and chest hair.
I lowered my voice, varied my accents,
masking my Asian descent--
--I feel his pale, milky skin
as my hand explores his chest.
On his thick bicep I lie
as my mouth kisses his shoulder.
Staring at his silver goatee,
he mumbles about politics and guns
as I ignore his slurred speech.
Furious words against skin darker than mine
spew like bile as some warm spittle
land on my arm.
“White boy,” he calls me
and I smile.
About the Creator
Will Coronel
Loves horror and apocalyptic stories. Feeding the writing bug. Blogs @ digital-infopreneur.com
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