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No matter how much I bathed, I couldn’t seem to get clean. I still looked as dirty as I did when I began. When the other kids picked on me, they were so mean. Sometimes I just stood there, while other times I ran. I started taking baths two or three times a day, I scrubbed and scrubbed, but strength is what I lacked. Deep down I knew that the color would never go away, But in an all-white school, I was ashamed of being black.