Personal Narrative-Color Blind
She kissed my eyelids so fiercely, in a Filipino way, her lips pressed together to reveal no lip. More a smell than a smooch. (Hernandez
His hair shimmered in the light, illuminating the golden colour of the highlights in his hair. His hands were hovering over a large sheet of white paper, a pencil in hand. I deeply inhaled. He was… "Beautiful," I mumbled,
The look in her eye that said, "We need to talk," was both clear and cryptic not to mention, scary. As she reached for his hand, time slowed and his vision sharpened. He saw a map of her experiences in the palm of her hand, her life's story written in the countless
Miss. Summer got on top of you and place her slender legs around your hip. She seductively gave you a lap dance, and your cock swell with excitement through your jean. She wrap her arms around you and gave you a passionate deep-kiss. She look into your eyes with extreme lust and assertively spoke.
The diversity that may be found all around the world and in our very community has always fascinated me. I am aware that it is a widely held belief that being a minority is considered a disadvantage in various aspects and I would disagree with this. Diversity and culture is a two-way street- as a community, whether that be society as a whole or simply a freshman class, we have the potential to be able to learn from each other. I believe that my status as an underrepresented minority has shaped me into the person I am today. Despite moving to the United States at a young age and being a first-generation college student , I am grateful for the privilege to be able to further my education at the University of Utah.
In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.
I have blond hair and pale skin. On the color wheel, my father is a rich mocha, my sister is a warm copper, and my mother is a perfectly tanned caramel; I am somewhere between cream and eggshell on the opposite end of the spectrum. Being stereotypically white can be difficult when you’re African American. The beginning of high school was when I first began to feel that my fair complexion hid my true identity.
The kiss overwhelmed him, surging through him with a passion and a desire like none other, like a victory finally won. He tingled with excitement and energy, the air just above his skin practically sizzling with the power at hand. She gripped the front of his tunic, a soft noise coming from her, her lips parting under his, the soft, warm petals so deliciously pleasant. Then the kiss broke apart, as they both needed to breathe, and that soft, teasing whisper as she asked him to try it now.
The negative treatment and pain I received as a black girl, and still into my adulthood, it amazes me how I'm still standing tall and strong. It amazes me how people have tried to break me, even my own kind, but I'm still here. Truth is I gotta to have thick skin and protect myself, because I got no choice. If I don't... who will? And that is the everyday life of living as a black woman.
Then his heart clenched as he saw the first teardrop she ever shed slip past her lower eyelid. It slid down her fascinating nose, so delicate and petite, running past the corner of her rose blushed lips. His focus now on the soft curve of her chin as the tear fell from it to drop into the pool. The ripples expanded outward as they both stared at her reflection.
I feared my first code blue, I dreaded the day it would actually come. It was something I had never experienced before, and the unknown of it all made me uneasy. I constantly thought I wouldn’t know what to do, or I’ll forget everything and freeze up. I thought will I cry? will I scream?
Coal-black hair cascaded in waves down her back, reaching just where her taut but rounded ass cheeks began, appearing blue when the light hit it just right. When she turned her full gaze upon you, her glittering gray eyes seemed to bore through to your very soul to take your measure as a man, but still they were happy eyes, although they also seemed to hide a great melancholy, almost a sadness at times. It wasn't until later I found out what she kept hidden behind those wonderful eyes. Firm breasts, a tad on the smaller side but large enough for my tastes completed the picture. Standing barely 5' 2” tall to my nearly 6 foot muscular frame, the top her head barely reached to my
1933-Winter I had just finished gettin my beatin from mama after T.J. had framed me by throwing em dadgum cheat notes that he snatched at my house yesterday while he was ¨looking for his hat¨ in my lap. That chicken knew what he´d done and he was gonna pay for it. He bolted out o the school like it was on fire, not letting anything get in his way I pushed through the door and already knowing what I was gonna do to em asked where he went. Cassie, Christopher-John, Little Man, and Claude all waitin to see what was up, followed me to the only place T.J. went after school, the Wallace store. It was hard to concentrate with all the yelling and dancing at the Wallace store, until I spotted him fleeing out the back where I sped after em catching
Here is my story: I’m a 20-year-old Muslim woman who wears a headscarf and I love trying different haircuts, styles, and colors even though nobody ever gets to see it. Whenever I tell people that I’ve dyed my hair blue or done something new with my hair I often get surprised reactions along the lines of “why would you do that if no one can see it?” or “what’s the point?”. The point for me is that I love it and that it boosts my self confidence, because even though no one else can see it, I know it. I actually like the fact that nobody gets to see my hair, so that when I take a big risk with it, nobody can see how I messed it up either.
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