His brown skin girl

saying you are beautiful. Mor

am proud of it. No matt

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black man who committed suicide, he used to be a scientist. And secretly he used to be my hope, but now I walk down the streets of Koura with the reminder that I only have me to prove myself. In the country koura, light skin is the ideal kind of skin or should I say the only

aren't as important as the artisans but they seem to have an immunity, that basically covers them, like a green card. My dad Harry Mendes, is part of a secret organization of scientists, they have the lab to themselves, so my immunity as a

country is one. And that is me. How I got to be the only one, I would never know, I know we used to thrive, I've seen the pictures. Mama still kept them, but each year they seemed to be involved in unbelievable crimes. Crimes t

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e name below it "Hae-keem" my pen name. I am part of the artisan organization, "an artist by m

st I a

ting my drawing materials in it, in the process of packing my materials my china war

bragging though, that I have earned generous amount of fan base. Then as I look just below the drawing seeing the message I wrote in calligraphy, I smile again, tears finding its way to my once clear eyes. My studio is quite small, just a corner in my room, and it is dark most of the time, a small bulb to brighten the room. Thanks to the help I got from my mom, I am now able to pack all my work in one of our empty rooms. After I quit admiring the now complete portrait, I decide it is time for me to take my leave. A

e expressions on her face I don't want to think about. I am already accustomed to the accusatory stare. But this stare is by far the most senseless. I kneel before my dad, expecting him to at least speak last words, my once shy tears

as she stomps her fat foot, her face still red from tears, and just on her cheeks you could detect dried tears. I stare a

I ask with tears still in my eyes, and my

ey are on their way. Your mom too" she sa

with a family that has black in it"

any times I have gotten more wicked comments. I look down at my dad's lifeless

ullet just a little bit close to his belt, and then an open window

becomes cleare

expose himself. My mind stops in its track as an Idea came. "or maybe not" I say out loud. After all there is

in her eyes, she sneakily pocketed the bullet. And not long after the cops came in. my mom's sob becomes louder when we see my dad being carried out on a stretcher. She stands up, h

with tears becomes determined as she says. "I'll protect you honey, they won't take you like they took him, even if it means me talking to the president" I didn't care what she meant by that but it did bounce in my brain as the words got registered. "just what is she talking ab

e already made package, and seal it. My hands begin to shake as I carry it out my room, and as I am about to shut the door, I hear muf

the bottom of this..." the huge man paused as he brings out a brown f

arring his face, making the scar on his no

inst the alleged suspect Katherine Mendes" my feet of their own acco

accuse my daughter of murder. Its suicide!" she screams

pect Mary" he say

ow; it wasn

y stance walks tow

aughter did not kill him" she walks back to

is