A Woman Of Color
- Lectures 269
- Votes 6
- Chapitres 6
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture16 m
Dernière publication mer., mars 16, 2016
Most people already know or heard the stereotypes of black women. But do you know their thoughts, or inner most secrets when they're going through? Well in the lives of Latasha, Stacy, and Jennifer you'll see just how black women stay strong despite obsticles being thrown their way. And also see what mind battles they go through. Remember even though they are fictional, their lives, struggles, and battles can and should relate to those in real life. So enjoy and thanks for reading.
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