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started by Fabricius Shea on 26 Nov 13

#1 Fabricius Shea on 26 Nov 13

I had been in a school where racial segregation SEEMED to be the greatest thing since sliced bread. For them. Because the black women had full get a handle on over our whole environment, and all the children were inside their section of the playground. The black girls were somehow inside the spread out zone map of egalitarian war. I was the 'writer.' I wandered the playground, interviewing every group on it. There have been the black women who jumped rope enjoy it was goin out of style. There have been the white girls who had to bow to that Goddess of Jumping, the master of the black girls. Every one was involved with it interesting. I didnt cause some of the events that happened there, I just entered each woman section of the segregated women playground, like I was Alex Hailey or something, the ghost writer who served Malcolm X write his book interviewing every one of them.

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I also got my damn African glasses knocked off when I tried to attend the kids playground and interview them. They had a playground going. We'd a racist, tallist, smallest, Jewest, Christian, fat woman segregated playground planning, and somehow, if it meant something to us that we were evil incarnate, that worked for everyone else but me. If you have an opinion about police, you will likely require to check up about black friday 2013. Me? Nuh uh.

No fat woman section about the playground. Most of the girls were getting ready for a not known region called Basic Training for Viet Nam, I suppose. They had to keep their results.

I had to attend each section of the playground, choosing every nasty loss king on it, as the black women were winning on our Negativity Playground.

As I had life, I became the brave Lost Girl Journalist inside. Yes, there's now Jeanne Emerson, is there not? I used to be never able to develop into a large white male journalist.

First I saw the black woman area, three black women there, saw them skippin rope-like sixty double dutch, and said to myself, I cant do that, whats up with that? I am aware what. Theres a section of the playground I can play in. I said aloud, Ah, thas jus them and did a limp arm at them, and managed to move on for the white women who were skipping rope. They hated me fully becuase they'd forgotten what they were doing while being forced in-to doing it.

It wasnt also double dutch, and I still couldnt manage it. I moved on, and jumped a little bit. I was ALWAYS new there, for I was the fat girl, and there was no such fat girl section about the playground. But as I shifted, I went towards the children element of the playground, and a white boy with black hair found me, and threw the ball as hard as he possibly could, as I went toward it, thinking they wouldnt mind.

It was a baseball and it zoomed straight into my face and pulled off my glasses because it didnt hit very hard after all. I contained myself, began to cry, and acquired my glasses. There clearly was no part around the playground. I put my glasses straight back on and continued, as my part Indian self and part black self woke up, and realized it wasnt Jesus Christ the Lord. I sighed. I would tell them something, somehow, but I didnt understand what. Some say I never did.

I managed to move on. Ultimately there is the tall girl portion of the playground. As I had formerly demonstrated bravery, they let me in. Possibly the high Catholic girls. Dunno. They let me in conditionally, conditionally from what, I actually do not know. When I admitted I preferred Indians, especially Indian chiefs, they kicked me out.

Wow. I next move on towards the Christian or largely Jewish and Jewish or whichever section it was, cottoned to it being the Jewish section immediately, you realize Christians, they read both booksI hung out together for this:

Miss Lucy had a steamboat

The steamboat had a bell

Miss Lucy visited heaven

The steamboat went to hello

User, give number to me seven

And in the event that you disconnect me

Sick stop you-in the behind

The fridge

There is a bit of glass

Miss Lucy sat upon it

And broke her little ask me

No more questions

Ill let you know no more lies

So I added the last line, already, already. That was the children have been in the ----room

Making chocolate pies.

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