Picture it “Brooklyn 1991.” I was riding the B52 bus with 3 other friends on my way home from school. I was in 6th grade and girls in my school were getting their hair relaxed…except for me.
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One afternoon while watching Disney’s CoCo for the umpteenth time, myself laying on the couch as my daughter and granddaughter are laying on the floor in front of me (46yo)- my granddaughter, 5 years old, popped up and said, “Noni, are you a Black girl?”
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