Being different is all about how you handle it. I choose to compare the poem “What it’s like to be black girl.” And the short story The Welcome Table. These to stories are told from different point of views, although they both made me feel sorry for the person the story was about. In the story the welcome table very few people felt sorry for the old black lady. Mostly they felt like she had step on their toes for having the audacity to come in there all white church. She didn’t fit their color code, or dress code. All they saw was a black lady with a not so pretty dress and ashy legs. It made me feel sorry for her. I also made me think about how I felt when I first started going to my church. I was judge along with other unwed mothers who attend. It made me feel uncomfortable. I was among all my same race, but it still as if I was a black sheep. Being different is what god made us. No one person is exactly the same and we don’t all think alike. When I read the poem “What it’s like to be a black girl. I felt how the old lady was feeling. This poem all I think these two stories had the same point but it was the way the reader views the stories. The old black lady didn’t care they kicked her out the church. She may not have been welcomed but she sat down at the table. Comparing the two stories the old lady was not welcome by the church members and girl did not welcome herself as she was blossoming into a women. All I could do was think about how I felt when I started going through puberty. I was actually 7 years old when I started growing breast. When I was nine I got my first menstrual cycle. I remember feel in lost, embarrassed of my looks and completion. I am dark skinned. I have always been a dark child. I remember being that child dressing up with shirts on my head pretending to have long hair. I used to think I wanted to be accusing. I didn’t have long or pretty skin. I had severe acne all my childhood years. When I reached high school I started...
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