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Personal Narrative: The Fair Sex: White Women And The Racial Patriarchy

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It is 3:27am and she’s crying again. This is the fourth time this week, and it is only Tuesday. I feel bad for her, so much that my wish to have a voice of my own may break this macaroni orange bottle that I am forced to call my home. But I cannot speak; instead, she speaks to me. She holds me and plays with me between her index finger and thumb and whispers. She says I am her only friend; she begs me to help her, and expresses that there is only 86 more days until summer. I see it in her eyes and I feel it in her breath - she has failed. It was mid February when I first made my way on her bookshelf. I only knew this because my home resided alongside The Fair Sex: White Women and the Racial Patriarchy in the Early American Republic. She always

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