Lucy Lucy Lucy : vimarsana.com

When Angela cornered Lucy in the girls’ locker room and said, “White girl!” there was a moment when Lucy wanted to tell her how she wasn’t white or black, only the perfect mix of both, which is what her father liked to say. Instead, she turned away as her mother had taught her. Her mother would say, “Don’t fight. Be better than those petty girls, baby.”
One of the LaLas, either LaDonnia or LaTasha, freshman girls who’d once been friends with Lucy, said, “Cut her hair!” and laughed.
Lucy grabbed the long thick braids that trailed down her back and tried to think of a comeback something, anything but before she could, Angela turned her around and then pushed her hard. Lucy fell back against the metal lockers, her head colliding with a lock, the pain making brilliant spots of color in front of her eyes, and with that, Lucille Jones was done turning the other cheek.