Rasism


Why is it so hard to believe that I am normal
Is it my curly hair that can never stay in place
Or the fact that I am always the tallest
Maybe it's cause I never wear brandy clothes
Talking has never been one of my talents
But I do love to read and write stories
Cooking is a hobby of mine as well
I babysit my siblings when my Mom's busy
My personality isn't really too wacky
I think if we got to know each other......
If
Unless of course I forgot to mention
I have a family of 8. I moved here from Ethiopia when I was 6 years old. And I'm black.
But that won't change anything
Right?

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