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…, loved to get lost in worlds that didn’t exist

-laraSan

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Imagine being thrown out of an airplane

Heloisa

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a black woman learning how to type was like a  blind person learning how to drive p. 23

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a black woman learning how to type was like a  blind person learning how to drive p. 23

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Ben

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Today I feel like I owe all those artists money for stealing their music,…

Tanilde

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We were the South African B-Boys

Andréina

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Language, even more than color, defines who you are to people.

Joana P. / Lara S.

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She raised me like a white kid

-laraSan

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Rodrigo

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It was like the Game of Thrones with poor people.

jade

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You didn’t mess with a hippo. You saw one, you ran.

Jade

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My mother is as stubborn as she is religious

Joana

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For decades those feelings were held in check by a common enemy. ( page 4 second last line

Jayson

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A roomful of silent, stonefaced white authority figures stood over me,…

Tanilde

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Samson is my superhero

Joana

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« But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. »

Chloé

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I started making party CDs, and those started selling like hotcakes

Bruno

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One of them, Bolo, got his nickname because he looked like Bolo Yeung from the Jean-Claude Van Damme movie Bloodsport

Bruno

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Metaphor on page 7

Catarina and Luana