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Oct 2011
I held onto my mother's hand
As she lead me, bare foot
Into the cool water.
A man look's at me weirdly
My mother said it was
Because of my skin color
But I couldn't see
Much difference between
him and me
Except he was a man
and I was a little girl
Faith Melton
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Faith Melton
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