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Personal Narrative: My Passion For The Black Community

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When I was younger I never felt out of place. I was at ease with the amount of love which spread across the faces of many black people (friends, family, coworkers etc.) my mother kept me around. As I was growing up all I'd seen were people who looked like me. Whether it was at school or just walking around our neighborhood. I felt safe. My pride and passion for the black community started as an urge to learn. More and more on who I am, where I came from and what I could be. Though my insecurities and questions were frequently challenged by ignorant and bias people. I surely aware of how much a young person alike from myself cannot change the color of their skin to satisfy everyone. Therefore, gaining further background and confronting what
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