"Go back to Africa! You're not wanted here!"
"And yet your ancestors tell a different story."
Her long, vermillion nails tapped the table as she waited for a response; however, none came.
She never hesitated to remind her "friends" that they didn't belong here either.
Invaders of the new world they all were,
And yet her ancestors had built this country with bare feet and calloused hands.
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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.
