This story features a teenage girl called Ashley who is really insecure and doesn't feel that she fits in. She has the support of everyone around her yet the feeling of doubt keeps on creeping up on her. Can she overcome this with the help of family and friends? Or will she torture herself endlessly over her impurities?

a lit guide/diary for black goddesses

About a girl Who thought That beauty Only came in Eurocentric Features #peopleofsociety All rights reserved © 2016 bllurry

This guide goes out to my beautiful black females ??????✨

Briana Jones is the girl that everyone loves to hate. She's not like other African-Americans and they hate her for it. She attends a predominantly black school where most of her peers are the stereotype of black teens in America. She sticks to herself, because she has to, but that all changes when Lynch Drive High receives its first Caucasian in decades. And this Caucasian takes an interest in Briana, like no one has before. They build a friendship and Briana let's him in on her little secret. Warning: Mild language Mild content There is reference to molestation in this book and issues with racism.

Her name was Oasis Kai Evans, and she was sick of being the oddball in life. She was that black girl who was always stuck in between. Oasis is always underappreciated and taken for granted. At school in the morning, nobody would want to talk to her. When it came to conversations, she'd always have to start them. When it came to music tastes, no one ever heard of the artists she was talking about. Worst of all, Oasis couldn't confide in anybody about anything, not even her own mother and father. So, she decided to go about finding what she wanted in her own way. Somehow it worked out in her favor... She found exactly what she was looking for in the most unexpected person. All Rights Reserved. Maryam A. Muhammad ©

𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 :)

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-