This collection of original stories and poems provides rare insight into the minds of adolescent African American boys. There's Tow-Kaye, getting married at age seventeen to the love of his life, who's pregnant. James writes in his diary about his twin brother's terrible secret, while Tyler explains
You Don't Even Know Me - Stories and Poems about Boys
β Scribed by Flake, Sharon G
- Book ID
- 106975891
- Publisher
- Disney Publishing Worldwide
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 761 KB
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
Coretta Scott King Award-winner Sharon Flake provides insight into teenage African American boys of all kinds through her short stories and poems in this companion to WHO AM I WITHOUT HIM?.
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