I am... A girl who
I am... A girl who walks sluggishly to school to be harassed by teachers and students alike. I am.... A 17 year old girl who still has to ask for permission to go outside because of the fear that my grandmother has of me visiting the love of my life. I am.... An African American 17 year old girl who has been shunned by my society and church because I am "not normal". I am..... A gay, African American 17 year old girl who had been through many obstacles that I have gladly overcame in this cruel demeaning world. I am....Sarah, a gay, African American girl who is proud of herself. I am....me.
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