Personal Narrative Analysis

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I remember my mother holding me as she cleaned the neighbor’s house. Life was never easy. At the time I wasn’t fully aware of what was truly going on, I was blind to the truth. My mother always tried to protect me .I would question her of why we did not have much or why we worked so hard only to have nothing .she would wrap me in a thin blanket during the winters and tell me it’s for us to get stronger. That we will revolutionize and it was up to us to gain our freedom. The summer of 1916 was when a massive change happened. That year I turned Seven and enroll in Elkmore Elementary in North Carolina. I was excited that I got to be around kids my age for the first time, since mother always sheltered me. Money was tight so mother got me recycled …show more content…
I was surrounded by police officers and dogs. As I walked inside the school racial slurs was being shouted at me, while a mass amount of individuals tried to push and shove me. A single tear drop fell down my face and I heard mothers voice telling me to be strong. As we entered the classroom myself and two other girls was told that we had to sit in the back of the classroom. That day the truth was handed to me in a box and ripped it me apart. I told mother about the situation and once more she continued to tell to be strong and remember that we are the voice of the community. The two girls I entered the school with, Sarah, Leah and I became best of friends over the few months. The racial slurs or the disrespect never got any better. But we tried our best to cope with it. Our teacher Mr. Freeman A black man picked us to go on the board and solve the following equation using numbers. We got up to proceed to do as we were ambushed with hurtful word. “They aren’t smart”. “I bet they can’t even count to three yet along write”. I couldn’t take it anymore I ran out the class with hot tears falling down my eyes full of humiliation. As I approached an empty hallway I stopped and slid down on the