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It's Who We Are

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Parts 5
Time 1h 23m

acceptance bisexuality cultures determination discrimination family feminism friends hate homophobia islamophobia life love minorities outcasts racism sexism strength struggle usa

People around the world suffer for being born with a sex, for associating with a gender, for having darker skin, for having different beliefs, or for simply loving someone. 

  Is there really nothing we can do other than being persecuted endlessly for who we are? None of us asked for being here, for having curly hair, for being born in the wrong body, for being raised with a different culture. 

  And despite still living, we are mocked, put aside, looked down on, and spat at. Just for being different. Is this what the human race was put on Earth to do? To hate on its own kind?

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For a school project I'm writing short stories about different minorities or discriminated people. Each story takes place somewhere in the U.S. even though hate is worldwide. The characters live their daily lives explaining how they make it through the day. I'm trying to show what feelings people have when out in certain situations and bring awareness to my surroundings about people not feeling good in their shoes. 
I try not to put the blame on certain people and I try to stay away from stereotypes. But of course it isn't always easy. I hope I won't be offending anyone, and if I am please excuse me and explain to me how I could change my texts to make them better.

  It's kind of sloppy and needs a lot of rewriting but for now this is what I have.

  !!Please leave !constructive! criticism!, it would really help and I would really appreciate it!!All Rights Reserved

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Oddball by melanieks

I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. I don't want this. In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white. that is how it is meant to be. But then this wouldn't be much of a story. _____________________________________ --hey guys, please give me feedback and/or suggestions!--

This is my truth by KristinaFigolah

My life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.

Family Secrets by AmouraLucinda

Rodriguez bothers, circa the late 90's and early 2000s. D. falls for somebody illegal to love. To admit love is a death sentence... but is living without love really living? Diego doesn't have to look any farther than the boy next door... Raul's never been interested in sex or relationships until he meets somebody that he can't live without. Thankfully he--uh, they--also don't want to have sex. Eliseo has practically lived at his friend David's house. Sure, they're close, but friendship isn't what keeps him coming back. He'll claim it is, of course, because he can't admit that his reasons have anything to do with David's beautiful, widowed mother. --- Adrian fell in love at a young age. She became his best friend, his everything, but due to his timid nature, he's never been able to find the words to tell her... but even if he had, would it have mattered? He's dangerous, and she, well she's not allowed to bare children. Salvador and Xavier have always shared everything. Does that also mean sharing a Mate? Juan finds his Bloodmate among the humans... but she's already married--happily--and wants nothing to do with the strange man that watches to make sure she gets home safely every night. --- Warnings/Heads up: There will be gay, straight, bi, and ace characters in this story as well as age gaps... and while you're promised hea/hfn, the culture most of these characters have been born into is toxic. There will be homophobia, references to self-harm, references to abuse, some mild kink, low-key slut-shaming, and views/emotions stemming from something akin to religious trauma (writing is the best therapy after all). I hope you enjoy, and even more so that something might resonate with you. We're all on a journey, and it often helps to know we're not alone. *hugs*

Faith💙 by Androgynous-

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My Prison Called Life (Bio 1) by Dani_Wolf_IceQueen

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Oddball

I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. I don't want this. In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white. that is how it is meant to be. But then this wouldn't be much of a story. _____________________________________ --hey guys, please give me feedback and/or suggestions!--