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-
Many people don't know me, but I don't know who me is either. I can't tell you if I'm the loud or rude stereotypical black girl because Mom would say I need to speak up. I'm using my library voice with strangers. I can't tell you I'm the introvert because I like good company. I was born into a world that judges me bef...
"Didn't you say you wanted me to be happy regardless?" I asked him with wide eyes. "Even it it's not with you?" He sighed and rubbed over his face, something he often did when he was irritated. "Nadia I just can't and won't accept that" He shook his head. "He's what makes me happy Xabrien." "I can't believe you leav...
"Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots." -Tupac Young, African-American teen Ebony Brooks is considered an outcast to society. Not because of any disabilities or awkward personality traits, but because of her rich cocoa skin. However, Ebony is stil...
"In that moment I think we were gray." A short story about a girl's memories No part of this book should be reproduced, or used without my permission. this came from MY imagination, so it is my book. Cover:@contaminant
Kleo is a wallflower and happy with that but what happens when she becomes less background and more forefront?
