"Don't you sell drugs?"
"Isn't that song about your people... Trap Queen?"
"Trap Queen? Oh no honey, I'm a Black Queen."
Her dark lips grinned, bearing way to bright, white teeth.
She originated from Queens, and royal blood ran through her veins.
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Melanin
Short Story"Trap Queen? Oh no honey, I'm a Black Queen." The tale of a girl embracing her melanin in a world where lighter is better.
