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But I don’t know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.
A girl is nothing to herself; only to her husband can she become something.
The world is changing, I said. It is no longer a world just for boys and men.
Only the sky above us do we hold in common. I look at it often as if, somehow, reflected from its immensities, I will one day find myself gazing into your eyes.
Look at you. You black, you pore, you ugly, you a woman. Goddam, he say, you nothing at all.
The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.
