Looking back at my first experience with race, I’m glad that I’ve now found my place on America’s palette. A picture without warm yellows, deep blacks, and comforting browns looks awfully plain. On the imperfect picture of America, everyone has a place, and it’s our job as American citizens to make people feel that way. Having the knowledge and experience I have now, I wish I could tell my eight-year-old self to wear her yellow as if it shines like gold.
Sunset ANONYMOUS PARKWAY WEST HIGH SCHOOL
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