Posts Tagged: short story

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The Island Slave Girl Pt. 3 (Short Story)
July 26, 2017
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The girl did as she was told and Mama Latifah scrubbed the dirt away, hoping to scrub away some of her beauty as well. In this place one could not be too beautiful, just as one could not be too ugly. To be either was a curse. Beauty may be the easier curse to bear, but it was a curse nonetheless... To be too ugly is comparable to dirt, worthless unless you have other skills. To be too beautiful is comparable to possession. You are no longer your own; the irony of the world in that your beauty belongs to everyone else but you.
Stories Travel
The Island Slave Girl Pt. 1 (Short Story) … 
June 13, 2017
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... Some Sultans even had Surias from across the sea.  Not across the short sea to the mainland where she had come from. Not the mainland of brown and dust and wind and trees. Not women with skin the color of the ground. These Surias, instead, had the complexions of creamy milk. They were from across the long sea, their eyes varying shades of blue, green, and grey. They were the most prized. Only the richest Sultans could afford to buy and keep them. The slave girl had heard a mama in the meli saying,  "Some men would sell a part of Africa's soul for a milk colored Suria."  What did it matter. In the end women were for the same use. With skin like milk or skin like dirt.
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