/I have been broken down a million times but I have gotten back up.I'm the one who cries every night because of the things I dream of doing but I can't.
\Why did it have to me? Why couldn't I be like the people with the lighter skin They get all the food things in life.
\This is not just another back tale ,no .My daddy is alive and sometimes he stops by to check on me and after that he goes right back to ignoring me.
\I deserve love just like everyone else and I deserve to be an active member of society but my skin is holding me back.
\There has to be another way...There just has to.
\Truth is that I'm slowly breaking down.I need to get out into this world and I need to feel alive.
\God please hear my calls and help me through.. You're my strength
What would I do without you?Who would I be without you?
Dust that's what I would be.

Sunday 15, 1933