The Pain Of Valentine’s Day For A Black Girl In A White World
Why don’t they love black girls here?
It was Valentine’s Day and I was in the 7th grade. I was trying to focus in English class when a scrunched ball of paper hit the back of my head. I bent down to pick it up, looking around to see if I could figure out which one of my racist classmates had thrown it my way. Their faces were white, blank, and in…
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