Author: Mona B.

A Poet's Life

October 11, 1973

Dear Diary Hi again.  I talked to Latoya today.  She was cool, but I don’t know if she likes me.  After school I went to the store and spent my allowance on black stuff.  I bought a huge pick that folds in half called a rake.  I also bought some new music.  Isaac Hayes, the…
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October 10, 1973

Dear Diary, I’m not really sure what I want to tell you.  It’s autumn, my favorite season, I just ate dinner and I have homework.  This is stupid isn’t it?  I bet you want to hear some other stuff.  Okay here goes.  My dad is black and my mom is white.  That makes me half-and-half. …
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October 8, 1973

I don’t know how to handle what’s going on in my head.  My friends don’t understand what’s happening either.  I know I’m different in some ways, but I think they like that about me. Being 15 with a black dad and a white mom in these times makes me kind of special.  At least I…
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It began in earnest with a 15 year old’s diary

I’m sure most of my friends won’t really remember this brief time in my life.  Some will and will look back with smiles and some laughter.  Some will say it never happened, because it was so brief and time does cloud childhood memories.  Some will remember who they are and pick themselves out of this…
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Wandering through a black and white world…

They smiled and said, “you have an Angela Davis fro” I smiled and said, “groovy, man.” After school I ran home and shouted, “Dad, who is Angela Davis?” “A rebel,” he responded. “Cool, I wanna be like her.” “Really?” “Yeah and I wanna learn more about my roots.” “Just be assured, child, everything I teach…
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