Personal Narrative: Will I Do As A Black Girl
I was maybe twelve when my parents had a talk with me about my safety. She talked about what I would do as a black girl, when a cop pulls up. Daddy was mad because he did not think I needed the talk, but Mommy knew I needed it. That night I would have never known that I would need to know that information. I went to a party, it was kinda fun, mostly was about drugs and alcohol. Khalil heard there was a fight so he came and got me. We drove for a little so that he could take me home. Shortly I saw these bright, red and blue flashing lights behind us. I could see the amount of anger mixed with stress in Khalil's face. Khalil pulls the car over and the cop pulls over too. I asked Khalil to make sure he had nothing on him and seconds later a white