A man came into the store the other day and he asked me about my roots. He said, he was curious about my high cheek bones and where did I inherited them from. Finally, he said, Are you mixed? I said, no. He said, You must be. Your skin is smooth and light, and you must be part indian. Well, I said. My grandparents were called Negros, my parents were called the same. My older brothers and sisters were called Blacks and the rest of us were raised up as African Americans. I personally never met the ones before that, but if they are anything like them, Im ever so proud, because I know they were the children of GOD, too. He said, Do you want to know where I come from? I said, I already know.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 12:40:21 +0000
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