Poem

Brownie Camp Bus Ride

It was so “white privilege” of me
but my 7-year-old self didn’t know that,
to think this brown girl on the camp bus
would want my company on the seat beside her.

I did know it was not the usual thing to do,
white to sit with brown,
because that’s the little bit of “education” I was gleaning
from growing up in Virginia in the 50’s,
a classmate of a child named Robert Lee,
direct descendant of THE ROBERT E. LEE.

Every summer my Northerner parents
sent my siblings and I to Scout day camp.
We rode on the camp bus
to “meet other children” beyond our cul-de-sac.
Every night at dinner
they checked in with us
wanting to hear stories
of girls being girls and boys being boys.

And we didn’t really talk more deeply about it
until 50 years later.

About Ameliasb

daughter, sister, wife, mom, early childhood specialist, creator of poems, photos and sweaters View all posts by Ameliasb

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