Deja is a new freshman starting her first semester at college. Her
A flag is just colors and fabric. The meaning changes depending on like, who’s holding it and who’s looking at.
I just gotta make it through this first year and then I can try and get reassigned for some other arbitrary ass reason. But no, I’m sorry, I’m not gon be the black girl ---the angry black girl who started some shit over a flag. Especially if the girl who put the flag up is this sweet bubbly girl who is just trying to stay connected to home. Uh uh. It’s gon start a whole thing. People gon be all over yik yak and facebook and putting my picture all over the internet. Giving they opinions and …No---nuh uh---
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