Brown Eyes Large Light Brown Poem by James McLain

When your parents know what is beautiful.
Born and being here not there with them.
America but their thinking still is conservitive.
My large brown eyes they turn many colors.
They are different for the sake of what they made.
Must I run away back deep inside again until.
Values they can't see until something inside must happen?
Then I ranaway with my brother thinking that I ran away.
Differant we both knew brown eyes, something happens.
My Asian past commuting back and forth,
when coming and when nothing ever happens something.
Which is which?
Confusing this with what they are from where they came.
She is not my child she sees me, nothing like my husband!
Where is the DNA test?
Mum shouted with the doctor.
Your father stopped.
Although it was young, you understood the words.
Flinched inside with all the words.
Is she now variety a parity like the magzine silk covered?
I don't see for the sake her eye modification colors.
Your sunglasses by the stream the running water.
Here are the sunglasses, but Omma…
By the tears, which if by it does it designates.
The are very large
I see both brown eyes when light dark brown.