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A Pointy Reckoning

She had blonde hair

and beautiful, blue, eyes

and these were far more

Innocent times.

Comprehensive,

seventy six,

before we left

for adulthood.

I was seventeen

and made to look fifty,

she was a year younger

and made to look black.

In a school

in West Yorkshire

we had no black girls

in the sixth form

and the only w...

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