I can remember laughing at funny names when I was in elementary school. That was a terrible thing to do and I would do anything to go back and slap my young self.
One black girl was named Cherry, like the fruit. I remember calling her Sherry, like the drink, because I was sure she was just mispronouncing her own name, until she yelled at me one day. It scared me so much I didn't speak to her for a couple of years. She was a pretty scary girl.
Another black girl, whom I liked very much, laughed at my shoes one day and it hurt my feelings. I don't think I explained why I was wearing those weird shoes but I wish I had. She would have understood. She was eventually valedictorian.
One black girl was named Cherry, like the fruit. I remember calling her Sherry, like the drink, because I was sure she was just mispronouncing her own name, until she yelled at me one day. It scared me so much I didn't speak to her for a couple of years. She was a pretty scary girl.
Another black girl, whom I liked very much, laughed at my shoes one day and it hurt my feelings. I don't think I explained why I was wearing those weird shoes but I wish I had. She would have understood. She was eventually valedictorian.
Why is it so?
~Julius Sumner Miller
~Julius Sumner Miller
