Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

Having read Another Brooklyn at the end of last year, I was curious to read Jacqueline Woodson's memoir, Brown Girl Dreaming. Well, memoir / book of poems / young adult novel. It was another quick read and I believe here, more than Another Brooklyn, did Woodson shine. True stories do that. 

This memoir takes you through Woodson's childhood and adolescence, with episodes in Ohio, South Carolina and New York. It gives snippets of insight into the time in which she grew, family dynamics, a Bushwick of a few decades ago. There is innocence and naivety but, underneath that, a far more adult knowing (that perhaps comes with being an adult reflecting on one's past, or a reminder that children observe more of the world than we give them credit for (I choose to believe the latter)). What I think is most special about this book is that it is written for all audiences - the subtlety she describes will be understood differently based on who you are as a reader. The universality of her prose makes it a masterpiece, and no wonder it has been recognized as such. If I ruled the world, I would make this mandatory reading material for all U.S. American sixth graders. If you are a parent reading this, I hope you take a look.

It is Monday night here, and the cold that Spring has kept away in the daytime is back, nipping at my bare shoulders and bare feet. My heart is warmed, however, by the magic of Woodson's words. I leave you with a few:

February 12, 1963

I am born on a Tuesday at University Hospital

Columbus, Ohio,


a country caught


between Black and White.


I am born not long from the time

or far from the place


my great-great-grandparents

worked the deep rich land


dawn till dusk


drank cool water from scooped-out gourds

looked up and followed

the sky's mirrored constellation

to freedom.


I am born as the South explodes,

too many people too many years

enslaved, then emancipated

but not free, the people

who look like me

keep fighting

and marching

and getting killed

so that today--

February 12, 1963

and every day from this moment on,

brown children like me can grow up

free. Can grow up

learning and voting and walking and riding

wherever we want.


I am born in Ohio but

the stories of South Carolina already run

like rivers

through my veins.