Personal Narrative: The Impression Of African Americans

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One day I wake up and you are in a war and you are getting yelled at to come help fight, but the white person next to you is just standing there and not getting yelled at so you go fight and you get a gun to fight but it is a pistol and the other people have AR. During the fight you run in to get an AR on the ground, but your boss says no so you run back and you see the gun and this white person gets the AR but you can’t have it and then I look at myself and I was black I was so confused why I was this color, but I was so I got my pistol out and started shooting and I was killing people and then my boss says run in and fight them. So I was so scared that I might die doing this, but I still did it, but then these white people came up behind

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