Recollections on Growing Up an Awkward Black Girl
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by Brittany Dawson
I was crowned the title “awkward Black girl” in the seventh grade.
Other than my parent’s collection, I didn’t personally own magazines popular within the African American community, like JET Magazine or Essence. Harry Potter books consumed all the space in my locker where others thought Chris Brown posters should’ve been.
Recollections on Growing Up an Awkward Black Girl
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February 25, 2015
Rating: 5
Reviewed by Unknown
on
February 25, 2015
Rating: 5
