Little Miss Wanna Be Educated
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Last published Fri, Mar 27, 2015
Magnolia Dewey is a 67 year old writer, artist and social justice activist known for her work done during the Civil Rights days.
But once she was a little girl moving to a big city away from the beauties of the rolling countryside of the south.
Once she was a teenager with weird feelings that she could only express on a sheet of paper.
Once she was a blooming freshman college student who had an interest in the student activist group at her school, and the cute boys who went every day to their meetings.
Once she was an activist who juggled it all with her school work.
Through it all she kept on going in the pursuit of one thing...
Education
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