a young girl, only twelve or thirteen, she wanted friends, dance, ballet a teacher, old, tired, bullied, terrorized she didn’t like him either I needed her for him there, then and she did stand up strong, a warrior of light, feeling that she didn’t fit in the years went by, she left her home, racism,Continue reading “a story about fitting in”
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Race
“you mean with cars? or dogs? or so?” “No. But let’s play with that thought, too! I meant like black, white, and all the other colors in between.” “Hm, what about it? …don’t really want to talk about that now.” “Ok. Never mind.”
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