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  #1 Fenger Pihl on 25 Nov 13

   

  I used to be at a school where racial segregation APPEARED to be the greatest thing since sliced bread. In their mind. To get more information, people can have a glance at: blackfriday. Since the black girls had total control over our whole atmosphere, and all the kids were within their portion of the playground. The black girls were somehow within the disseminate zone map of egalitarian war. I used to be the 'correspondent.' I wandered the playground, interviewing every segregated team onto it. There were the black girls who jumped rope want it was goin out of fashion. There have been the white girls who had to bend to that Goddess of Jumping, the master of the black girls. Everyone was engrossed funny. I didnt cause any of the events that occurred there, I only joined each woman section of the segregated women playground, finding all of them like I was Alex Hailey or something, the ghost writer who served Malcolm X write his book.
  
  I'll never make it that much in life..
  
  I even got my damn African glasses knocked off when I tried to attend the boys playground and interview them. They had a non-racist playground going. We had a racist, tallist, smallest, Jewest, Christian, fat girl segregated playground planning, and somehow, if it meant anything to us that we were evil incarnate, that worked for everyone else but me. Me? Nuh uh.
  
  No fat girl part to the playground. Each of the girls were getting ready for an unknown area named Basic Training for Viet Nam, I suppose. They had to keep their results.
  
  I'd to visit each section of the playground, interviewing every bad loser king on it, because the black girls were winning on our Negativity Playground.
  
  As I experienced life, I became the heroic Lost Girl Journalist inside it. Yes, there is 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 an element of the playground I can play in. I did a limp hand at them and said loudly, Ah, thas jus them, and shifted for the white girls who were skipping rope. They hated me totally becuase they had forgotten what they were doing while being forced in to doing it.
  
  It wasnt also double dutch, and I still couldnt handle it. I got a little bit, and shifted. For I was the fat girl, I was ALWAYS new there, and there was no such fat girl part about the playground. But as I moved on, I went towards the boys element of the playground, and as I went toward it, thinking they wouldnt head, a white boy with black hair saw me, and put the ball as hard as he possibly can.
  
  It was a baseball and because it didnt hit very hard after all it zoomed straight into my face and knocked off my glasses. I covered myself, started to cry, and acquired my glasses. There is no glasses section about the playground. I put my glasses straight back o-n 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. In the course of time there is the tall girl section of the playground. When I had previously demonstrated courage, they let me in. Probably the large Catholic girls. Dunno. Browse here at black friday to read how to engage in this concept. They let me in conditionally, conditionally to what, I really do not know. When I mentioned I preferred Indians, especially Indian chiefs, they kicked me out.
  
  Whoa. I next move on towards the segregated Jewish and Christian or mainly Jewish or whatever section it was, cottoned to it being the Jewish section immediately, you understand Christians, they read both booksI put out together for this:
  
  Miss Lucy had a steamboat
  
  The steamboat had a bell
  
  Miss Lucy went along to heaven
  
  The steamboat went to hi
  
  Operator, give number to me seven
  
  And if you remove me
  
  Sick kick you in the behind
  
  The fridge
  
  There is a bit of glass
  
  Miss Lucy lay upon it
  
  And broke her little ask me
  
  No more questions
  
  Ill tell you no longer lies
  
  So I added the final line, already, already. Which was the kids have been in the ----room
  
  Making chocolate pies.

   

  <div class="cArrow"> </div><div class="cContentInner">I used to be at a school where racial segregation APPEARED to be the greatest thing since sliced bread. In their mind. To get more information, people can have a glance at: <a rel="nofollow" href="http://blackfriday-ofertas.com/">blackfriday</a>. Since the black girls had total control over our whole atmosphere, and all the kids were within their portion of the playground. The black girls were somehow within the disseminate zone map of egalitarian war. I used to be the 'correspondent.' I wandered the playground, interviewing every segregated team onto it. There were the black girls who jumped rope want it was goin out of fashion. There have been the white girls who had to bend to that Goddess of Jumping, the master of the black girls. Everyone was engrossed funny. I didnt cause any of the events that occurred there, I only joined each woman section of the segregated women playground, finding all of them like I was Alex Hailey or something, the ghost writer who served Malcolm X write his book. <br /> <br /> I'll never make it that much in life.. <br /> <br /> I even got my damn African glasses knocked off when I tried to attend the boys playground and interview them. They had a non-racist playground going. We had a racist, tallist, smallest, Jewest, Christian, fat girl segregated playground planning, and somehow, if it meant anything to us that we were evil incarnate, that worked for everyone else but me. Me? Nuh uh. <br /> <br /> No fat girl part to the playground. Each of the girls were getting ready for an unknown area named Basic Training for Viet Nam, I suppose. They had to keep their results. <br /> <br /> I'd to visit each section of the playground, interviewing every bad loser king on it, because the black girls were winning on our Negativity Playground. <br /> <br /> As I experienced life, I became the heroic Lost Girl Journalist inside it. Yes, there is now Jeanne Emerson, is there not? I used to be never able to develop into a large white male journalist. <br /> <br /> 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 an element of the playground I can play in. I did a limp hand at them and said loudly, Ah, thas jus them, and shifted for the white girls who were skipping rope. They hated me totally becuase they had forgotten what they were doing while being forced in to doing it. <br /> <br /> It wasnt also double dutch, and I still couldnt handle it. I got a little bit, and shifted. For I was the fat girl, I was ALWAYS new there, and there was no such fat girl part about the playground. But as I moved on, I went towards the boys element of the playground, and as I went toward it, thinking they wouldnt head, a white boy with black hair saw me, and put the ball as hard as he possibly can. <br /> <br /> It was a baseball and because it didnt hit very hard after all it zoomed straight into my face and knocked off my glasses. I covered myself, started to cry, and acquired my glasses. There is no glasses section about the playground. I put my glasses straight back o-n 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. <br /> <br /> I managed to move on. In the course of time there is the tall girl section of the playground. When I had previously demonstrated courage, they let me in. Probably the large Catholic girls. Dunno. Browse here at <a rel="nofollow" href="http://blackfriday-ofertas.com/">black friday</a> to read how to engage in this concept. They let me in conditionally, conditionally to what, I really do not know. When I mentioned I preferred Indians, especially Indian chiefs, they kicked me out. <br /> <br /> Whoa. I next move on towards the segregated Jewish and Christian or mainly Jewish or whatever section it was, cottoned to it being the Jewish section immediately, you understand Christians, they read both booksI put out together for this: <br /> <br /> Miss Lucy had a steamboat <br /> <br /> The steamboat had a bell <br /> <br /> Miss Lucy went along to heaven <br /> <br /> The steamboat went to hi <br /> <br /> Operator, give number to me seven <br /> <br /> And if you remove me <br /> <br /> Sick kick you in the behind <br /> <br /> The fridge <br /> <br /> There is a bit of glass <br /> <br /> Miss Lucy lay upon it <br /> <br /> And broke her little ask me <br /> <br /> No more questions <br /> <br /> Ill tell you no longer lies <br /> <br /> So I added the final line, already, already. Which was the kids have been in the ----room <br /> <br /> Making chocolate pies.</div>

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