"Why Mama?"
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A short story about a young black girl, wanting to know why.
"Why mama?" I ask trying to keep my eyes dry
"Because we are different, baby. YOU are different" My mama said looking at me with love and concern
"Pop's always told me our difference was a good thing" I say with sorrow shining in my eyes.
"And look where that got him"
My eyes never stay dry for long
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