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Personal Narrative: My Life As A Black Man
As a black man I came up in the streets with a negative mentality that gave me a background which no one didn't want to give me a chance. As time came passed by my eyes I have aged. So I had to fine answers and solutions to change so that I can have a good life to live for me and my family. I want to thank Ume, my family that got on my damn nerves as I was studying on line but I can never forget to give praises to my GOD who watch me climb mountains and fall down and climb mountains again. That being said I can say that I'm not the smartest person around but there are far more people I know that are not as smart as me. I have an: Associate Degree from Strayer University "Business Administration", Associate Degree from Ashworth University "Human
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