What are you? Part 3: Questions Arise
<p>Inevitably, this is where questions in my story start to arise. Not for everyone…but there are definitely those who want to ask…even need those who need to jump ahead to the rest of the story. Angel. Angel! The Black House? So you’re a Black woman, right? Is that what you found out?</p>
<p>Experience the story with me. It’s 1993. I have long, curly, brown hair (down to my waist). My skin is similar to the color of peanut butter. My eyes are light brown to hazel depending on the day and the location of the sun. My lips, hips, and thighs are all fuller than my mother’s.</p>
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