I've Never Gotten Used To Winter And

Every Time I End A Book, I Look Down At Myself.

It Is True That Our Skin Is Sort Of More Or Less The Same Shade. But Is It True That Our Skin Color Makes Us A Distinctive Race? No.

People Only Say I’m Angry Because I’m Black And I’m A Woman.

That The World I Was In Could Be Soft, Lovely, And Nourishing Was More Than I Could Bear, And So I Stood There And Wept, For I Didn't Want To Love One More Thing In My Life, Didn't Want One More Thing That Could Make My Heart Break Into A Million Little Pieces At My Feet.

Sometimes When Someone Says Something Stupid, My Friends And I Just Read The Reviews Out Loud And Collapse With Laughter At The Stupidity Of It All.