Personal Narrative: My Life As A Black Girl

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Have you ever been followed around a store? I have realized I'll always be viewed as the bottom notch in American culture, probably in the world. Being a black girl in America makes it hard to ever forget 2014's year of lessons, surprises and series of reality checks.

Bright, heat mimicking death. The Texas air is stiff with the worry of life or maybe it's just me. Community take charge, community lean in.The older folks love me they know what value I carry. Society doesn't expect Black individuals to excel, especially women. Somewhat rocky paths like my life choices, uncolorful view other than me seems familiar. I was going to meet Jasmine at the mall food court. I arrived we exchanged hugs and greetings. Entering the Micheal Kors store,

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