My Grandmother Passed as White

And because of it, I’ll never know her struggle.

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“Mommy, can I be Pocahontas for Halloween?”

Holding in a chuckle and rolling her eyes, “Why the hell would you want to someone who looked like that?! You’re white!”

“She’s so pretty. I want to be just like her, Mommy. Please?”

“You’d be better off being a Disney princess like Snow…




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