A TALE OF HOPE
My skin, coloured as shades of earth, Considered of no worth than dirt; They called me nigger, And...
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Tag: #Creative #Writing #Control #Anger
THE RUNAWAY
I like the way Jerry says my name without really seeing me there. He drawls it out like a silent prayer, like a whisper to a god you know has already answered your prayers, a sigh. “Nesi” “Yes brother”...
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Let No one Trouble You.
Editor’s Note: Deborah’s writing could compete with the wisdom of Solomon! You...
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