Black
Is this a nightmare this can’t be fair. I was born Indian and black with nappy hair. My mom says I’m beautiful, my dad calls me pretty. A lot of people give me complements but some call me sadidy. People tell me I’m too happy but I like to smile because I’m black and proud. Being black is beautiful. No offense but why do you think some people tan? They want more color and substance they don’t want to be so bland. It’s so hard to explain it but God made us out of dirt and sand. It is amazing how we go back to dust only because were all a part of the land.
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