There was a White girl and a Black girl and they were friends.
The White girl was older than the Black girl, but the Black girl had nicer hair - big soft curls dressed in flamboyant beads.
The White girl was slim and athletic, but the Black girl was plump with beautiful chocolate skin.
The Black girl could wear bare legs all year around but the White girl had to wait for the sun to give her a loving kiss. Then they were sisters.
The Black girl would share her buttery corn on the cob with the White girl and the White girl would sing and dance a silly dance for the Black girl. They would smile at each other.
One day, the White girl and the Black girl were on the swings trying to touch the sky with their feet, when a group of White girls called the Black girl a name.
Neither the White girl or the Black girl knew what it meant, but both thought tomorrow looked a better day to touch the sky.
Later on, the Black girl and the White girl bought a lemon ice each from the ice cream van, and licked and slurped them contentedly. Then they got on their bikes with their yellow tongues and raced each other in big circles.
The Black girl and the White girl were different, but the same.
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