Deathless Divide (Dread Nation, #2)

by Justina Ireland

I do realize that there is a fine bit of irony in the architecture of oppression granting me a measure of peace, but keep in mind I was not always the woman awoken to the dynamics of power I became during my tenure at Miss Preston’s.

I know how to work with a woman who does not like me, and I refuse to let a bit of pettiness stop me from saving Jane’s ungrateful hide.

we have no choice but to stan

He gives me a polite smile, one that I suppose is meant to be reassuring. Men have been giving me that smile my entire life. I do not return it.

This world may hate the Negro, but that is who I am. I do not care about the story my skin tells. I am a colored woman, and I will not let them make me hate myself.