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I ain't used to seein' a slave cry. I never even thought they could, I mean I know they're happier than those wage slaves in the north, they ain't have ... read more -
The class went by in a blur to Shy, who normally could recall the faintest detail about something that had happened in the class, whether it was a small tone ... read more -
1 - Contd. Ignoring a chorus of acerbic, mocking comments that ran around my classroom, I finally found myself shaking her hand. 'N-nice to meet you, Miss Parker.' Faith Parker. ... read more -
Occasionally I unexpectedly recall some household item I was forced to leave behind two Novembers ago when we moved our lives in a tiny van from Brooklyn to Richmond, Virginia. ... read more -
Billy hadn't told anyone about the dreams. He hadn't really meant to tell Rose, but then suddenly the words were coming out of his mouth. Truthfully, before he'd heard about ... read more -
9\18\10 All the little things that take my breath away have slowly extracted themselves from my being. I sit, lay, stand with nothing in my heart. My head is full, ... read more -
Before today, Negroes couldn't even open an account at City Financial, much less work in one. But in just five short days, a noticeably dark skinned woman would be greeting ... read more -
(I recognize that this poem somewhat deviates from my previous writing; however, artistic modification is an essential development is stimulating intellectual growth.) It lies within my obligation to accept this ... read more -
All individuals necessitate some sort of identity; a singular attribute that distinguishes them from the incessant monotony that characterizes modern society. Identity is not an instantaneous development, but rather a ... read more -
all about her. "You're hired," he said, rising and extending his hand over the desk. "See Greta on your way out to handle the paperwork, and be back here Monday ... read more
