ethnic identity

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I was called a nigger for the first time. My black friends and I. Oh and if you're a WASP and you're reading this just put the paper down and go ride a pony or drink some Earl Gray tea or something.
The air was cool that morning, Matching the sky’s lavender and peachy hues. Vehicular white noise And the wind’s quiet whispers Lulled the peaceful baby to sleep.
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