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Feb 2015
I remember when my mother told me I was very well spoken
She said "keep it up and you'll be a white mans token"
Everyday at school people told me I spoke white
Since when does speaking right mean speaking white?
They told me I wasn't average
The blacks said I acted lavish
But they don't understand....
My ancestors didn't learn to read for me not to speak
My ancestors took a stand so we could take a seat
But, no one had to take a stand
They just felt it was there duty
Once again, I am PROPER not SNOOTY
So Stop stereotyping African American beauty
Written by
Tanisha Grace
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