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Mama flat ironed my hair then curled it today before school started.
She burned my ear more times than I could count but I didn't say a word.
"My beautiful Kimberly"
I heard her soft murmurs by my ear as I looked ahead in the mirror.
Soft, straight, bouncy curls hovered over my shoulders.
My doe brown eye's and button nose matched mama's so well.
She would remind me that I was a carbon copy of her everyday.
I didn't mind that.
• • •
I had only talked to Mikey once in my entire life.
That conversation being that he would teach me how to kiss.
He was my first kiss.
For many girls he was.
Mikey Wilson wouldn't be seen with me. It wasn't normal I had said which caused an everlasting head tilt from him.
However, today had been the day he fulfilled that promise.
He smudged my makeup, hands wandering towards my hair.
"Stop" I moaned, catching his wrist "Not my hair"
Centering his wide hand in the middle of my stomach I pulled him back in for a passionate kiss.
I unhooked his belt, watching as it fell to the floor with a deafening clatter.
Our faces only inches apart, heart thundering in my chest, I said something that made his gorgeous moon eyes go wide,
"Don't ever call me a freak show again"
• • •
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
All Those Who See { A 1960's Interracial Novelette }
Історичні романиKimberly Smith resides in a rural slum located in Alabama, Birmingham with her mother. In 1963 news was spreading fleetly of the civil right riots happening downtown to put an end to "Whites-only" lunch counters and segregation. To come in terms wit...
