"‘How can he not love your hair? It’s the same that grows out of his own armpits. The same hair that..."

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‘How can he not love your hair? It’s the same that grows out of his own armpits. The same hair that crawls up out of his crotch on up his stomach. All over his chest. The very same. It grows out of his nose, over his lips, and if he ever lost his razor it would grow all over his face. It’s all over his head, Hagar. It’s his hair too. He got to love it.’

‘He don’t love it at all. He hates it.’

‘No he don’t. He don’t know what he loves, but he’ll come around, honey, one of these days. How can he love himself and hate your hair?’

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- Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon (H/T The Anti-Intellect Blog)