Fam, I'm dabbling here...it's an unfinished piece in progress. Peace GQ A lil’ white girl and me sat outside one day under the beginnings of a bright blue cloud filled sky. 'Da sun, in all its glory, shined brightly on, across, an' over our faces which by now was covered wit 'da days dirt. Layin' on our backs, we looked up at 'da newness of 'da sky an' a whole wide world we ain't even seent yet. Den’ the lil’ white girl asked if I wanna have some fun. “You bet!”, I exclaimed, hopin’ not ta hide 'da excitement in mah voice cause I be excited jus’ ta be playin’ wit someone ‘sides mahself. Now I ain’ never played wit dis lil' white girl befo’ cause her different color wouldn’t ‘low (allow) me ta. An' bein’ just a wee bit short 'a tree stump mahself, I ain't neva understand why come we ain’t neva git ta play wit each other noway when daddy used ta try an' ‘splain it ta me. Mama had say one time befo’ 'dat it ain’t safe cause our “outer beauty” ain't like da different shade like da lil’ white girl and mos’ 'a dem others in our large an' rural patch ‘a countryside. Bein’ da color 'dat we was, it ain't too often dat we got ta play an' have fun noway. I could ‘member da days way befo’ Cassie Baker from Russellville came ta be mah closest friend. Dem days when mah playmates was a spoon an' one 'a mama’s ol' rusty pots makin’ sounds dat was music ta a small child’s ears. I neva had no real big family ‘a kin folk. Mah older brother he be dead. He got kilt when I was littler than wha' I is now. Ery’time daddy talk ‘bout Jesse, mama jus’ be cryin’ rivers ‘a tears. Daddy say bad white folks hunged Jesse cause he been darker 'dan dem. Funny but I still ain't understandin' wha' dey mean when dey talk ‘bout colors all da time like dat.