An African American man came onto a bus and sat down.
A white man came up to him and said, "Colored people aren't allowed here." The black man turned around and stood and said, "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK. When I grew up, I was BLACK. When I'm sick, I'm BLACK. When I go in the sun I'm BLACK. When I'm cold I'm BLACK. When I die I will be BLACK. But you sir, when you are born, you're PINK. When you grow up, you are WHITE. When you're sick you're GREEN. When you go in the sun, you're RED. When you're cold, you're BLUE. And when you die, you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored."
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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