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Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Chapter 1Chapter 1
I Am Badjan
Told from the viewpoint of Badjan Kholi
The day my heart tore in two, I was alone. I couldn’t understand how one that had been so close to me, so very close, could possibly do such a thing to me. But then, that was months before my heart broke, months before I died inside. For now she wanted, no, needed, my help again. What was I to do?
I often contemplated the actions that led me up to that moment when I had to make a decision. Such actions were never easy to take, and I realized years later that I should have remained in my place, doing what I was meant to do all along. Then again, there was no place to call my own, and I was never meant to do anything.
There was no one to speak of these things with as I reflected on them. I was always alone, after my banishment, at least. I was brought into the world meant to be a failure, meant to be this person that would just cause havoc and grief to anyone that came into c
|A white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."|
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born, I was black.
When I grew up, I was black.
When I get hot, I am black.
When I get cold, I am black.
When I am sick, I am black.
When I die, I am black.
"When you were born, You were PINK.
When you grew up, You were WHITE.
When you get hot, You go RED.
When you get cold, You go BLUE.
When you are sick, You go PURPLE.
When you die, You go GREEN.
AND YET YOU CALL ME COLORED?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
by an Anonymous pupil of King Edward VI School, Birmingham, UK.
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