| Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you-- Then, it will be true. |
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 | I wonder if it's that simple...I am the only colored student in my class. | |
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| It's not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you |
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| Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life...I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like the same things other folks like who are other races. | |
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| This is my page for English B. 1951 |
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| So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white--- yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That's American. | |
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