Crazy White Girls
Free Spirits,
Marching to the beat
of their own drums,
crossing the color lines,
creating hysteria in their
priviledged homes,
Crazy White Girls,
view the world as
their oyster,
Exploring worlds
unknown,
Unhappy with their
pale existence,
they seek comfort
in the sun,
becoming darker
than raisins to
get their groove on,
Artful at being perfect
and on the cutting edge,
The crazier their lives,
the more they seek to
take control,
The naysayers criticize
their verve for life,
and their courage to
be bold.
Copyright © Margeret Bailey | Year Posted 2012
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