Autumn

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

The Black Girl

There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-