They took it very seriously. I wanted to take it seriously, but the more seriously I tried to take it. The more they made fun of me. I eventually quit. At first I would just lie to my mom and say that I was sick and couldn't go. Then I started complaining about my ankles hurting. Then I used school as an excuse saying that I had homework to do. Finally, I just told my mom the truth.

"The other girls in tap class make fun of me. They call me names because I am not black like them."

My mom's face looked so sad when I told her. She bit her lip and looked away. Then she looked back at me and smiled. There was a tear in her left eye.

"Okay. You don't have to go anymore."


"No. The only think I want for you is to...
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