brown girl, what soil did you grow from? your roots are my roots but you sprouted so differently the words that roll off your tongue sound foreign in that accent brown girl, can you only speak English? can you dance to any of our tunes? achha, you never learned the language or the moves why do you drink and dress like boys do? is the ink on your skin really permanent? brown girl, you must be in Hell if you believe in Eden but not in Heaven what are you saying you don’t want a boyfriend? arre, you don’t live with your parents? brown girl, this is not your culture your skin is dark like mine but you’re a gora on the inside brown girl, we’re each other’s own reflection of what could have been if it weren't for our parents