Afro-american Stories

~He was red and I was blue and together we created a lilac sky~

Afro-American Tales for the American mind. Poetry is my favorite thing due to the fact that there is so much raw material to reach. This poetry is a bit different than others. This is a tale of black indifference to the white man, interracial relationships, and a tale of self love and embracing the skin I'm in. It's taken me 2 whole years to share some of the older works in this book. ( marked with a star) I hope you love each and every single word that is written down.

Kellie Brown is a new girl in town with her family in L.A. She's afro-american and she doesn't have siblings, she's an only child, she's an straight A's student and her parents are lawyers, that's the reason why they moved. At her new school she's already making friends and everyone knows her because of her parents, when one day, she meets a badboy named Christian Rodriguez that is loved by all the girls in school but she's not like those girls. Will the badboy and the good girl get along or not? read the story to know. Hi guys my name is Grace and this is my first book that I'm writing on wattpad, sooo... I hope you like my first book and you will continue reading my book. Enjoy!

Settimo was different from the other guys in school. He didn't let anyone talk to him and didn't talk to anyone. The thing is, he actually talked to me. Once. I was on the school roof, breathing the cool air of Tarrytown, New York. My boyfriend of the time, Jim, had just broken up with me. It was junior year, and I was devastated. He was my first boyfriend, we've been together since freshman year, so obviously I've been crying my eyes out. I didn't even notice someone had joined me in my state of misery. I must have looked like shit. My hair was all over the place and my eyes were puffy and reddish. I swear I probably even had boogers in my nose, but he didn't care. Or at least, he didn't act like he did. He sat next to me, and said nothing. I any other circumstances I would have left to cry somewhere else - I hated people seeing me cry. I hated feeling the pity in their eyes. I've felt that too much in the past. But anyway, when he sat near me, I didn't leave. I continued crying as if I was alone, and that's when he spoke. "You shouldn't be crying over him. He's a douche if he didn't realize what he had." I looked up and his beautifully dark eyes were on my face, scrutinizing me. "You're worth way more than him anyway." And then he smiled. He actually smiled, like a real one. I - probably along with every other people at school, have never seen him smile. Settimo was always so mysterious and silent and then all of a sudden he came and talked to me, God, he smiled at me! He got on his feet and left soon after, leaving me speechless with dry tears on my cheeks. As I said, Settimo Delunca was something else. ~ Reagan Williams x Settimo Delunca © Copyright 2016 #552 in chicklit 05/09/16 #497 in chicklit 02/06/16