respect me for who i am 2

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we have been running for a while now.marie has been carrying me.

she has kept on saying "lahun where are your parents?" but i can never understand her for she is english and i am nunga.

most white people like her would of left me because i am black but Marie didn't she must be so kind to be able to just pick someone up who is different and accept them for who they are.

"lahun"she says"we won't make it.i'm sorry"i give her a confused look and she points behind us.

somewhere up above us a bomb is falling......

Marie runs as fast as she can.i offer her to let me down but she doesn't understand me she just keeps on running..

suddenly she stops and crouches down into a ball hugging me into her chest

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