A Day In My Life

I Can Never Be Rapunzel: Being a Black Girl in America.

When I was little, probably eight, I had a beautiful black bunk bed with colorful butterfly sheets and a dazzling and glittery pink canopy that draped down around the top bunk like a waterfall. The bed made me like Rapunzel in my tall, safe, castle.   A month later, I despised that bed. It no… Continue reading I Can Never Be Rapunzel: Being a Black Girl in America.

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