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[feathermemories]

Now, where is this place I've been taken too? The houses looks like those places the white folk live in. The land may not be a prime place to live, but why kidnap me and put me in such a place? I can walk a few miles through the forest

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[feathermemories]

Princess? Who's a princess?

I'm Rosa Parks and unless I'm related to some sort of tribal leader, I'm no princess.

And how can you not know white folk? They're the ones with white skin. Of course, not all of them are bad. Just poor raising a lot of the time.

((OOC: She does not realize she's a little white girl.))

[feathermemories]

I think there's a bit of a mistake in identity.

I am Rosa Parks. And I am certainly not an idiot or a kid. And my skin is as dark as coco.

And white lives apart from most of us blacks because they think we're inferior and all that stupidity they learned from their mamas and papas.

[feathermemories]

I am not a kid. And why would I need to look in the mirror to see the same face I've always had?

Either Asia or Heaven.