Dear diary, still September 8, 1866
The day became night and the city light up. Nancy let me wear one of her fansy dresses.
there was buildings everywea..tall,hi,and strong.. Nancy pulled me through the crowded night showd me thangs i aint know or neva seen. People dress fansy here..I mean even the coloreds. I felt stronger here, I felt freer here. We stood in line in front of a tall building where colored folks wait to get in and sin. You could hear the bands trumpet and drums beat through the walls shakin' tha grounds of the anxious. We walked into the loud room hand and hand. The room was full of excitement and brightness. folks danced around the wood floor while some sat by the bar and drank their poisin and laughed and tol durty jokes. Some would say this ain't a place for a 16 year old girl, but tonight Im 19,an My name is Chelsea and I came from the islands. Me and Nancy agreed to that. a tall dark and hansome man walked up to our table where we sipped on dranks and watched people dance. He bowed and layed his hand out as if to present something to Nancy. she grabbed his hand and swayed to the floor for a dance. I sat and sipped and wundered. why wasnt I as pretty as ha, why wasnt I as smart as ha. I member bein bak home..Todd Saunders, the boy who stayed down the road from me would laugh and pick on my short nappy hair, and curse my dark skin.
"No man with eyes would lay you down gra! not een to reproduce! haaahaa! not een if you was the last piece woman on earf! I know I woodnt"
His mean words sunk into my head. I knew it was true I sat at that table waitin...waitin...and still waitin...no love for the ugly color gurl was shown...