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Jun 2016
They laughed and pointed out her hand me down clothes.

So she got a job and bought new trendy clothes.

With new clothes she thought she could fit in no one would call her out on her hand me downs anymore.

She walked with her head held high passed the perfect Barbie's.

They laughed at her hair while flipping their straight glossy hair.

And so later that day she burned her beautiful ***** curls into submission.

She begged her mama for nails so she could fit in. Her mama only sighed and told her she was beautiful regardless of what the other girls thought.

She tsked and rolled her eyes sneaking out to get her nails done anyway.

Now when she went to school there was nothing they could laugh at her for.

She had the clothes, hair, and nails.

Again she passed the Barbie's and they laughed at her once more.

Confusion took over her. 'I look just like them! Why are they laughing?'

She ran to the restroom to check if anything was wrong with her.

And as she starred at her reflection she realized she lost who she was trying to be someone else.
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Tavari D  Houston, Texas
(Houston, Texas)   
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