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,age 7,

A bus is full of little kids, who are marveled at diversity outside the bus. On a trip, it has stopped at a point I cannot clearly remember where we see black, white and brown skin a combination we hardly see here at home. and we all pose for a family of white that takes a picture of us and laughs. I hate that I have grown till now to reflect on this day and wonder, did they take a picture of little,cute,school kids or a picture of little black people? "black" as how they'd pronounce it.

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Date: 4/20/2020 5:28:00 PM
Oh, potent penning!
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Date: 4/20/2020 5:43:00 PM
thank you