My name is naivasha, a lake in kenya that I have
yet to visit. my father was a missionary and he brought back a name for his first
born. how sweet. i have my fathers eyes, his skin and smile, his outlook and
energy. I was never really like the other kids.
Ms. Understood, what poked my chest
out, for others, folded. proud to be black. Well brown. Well black. I am.
the black community ...
"cuteness" is usually based on the length of a girls hair and her complexion. This
made me a pick of the litter.