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To the victims, to the survivors, to the bravehearted, to the girls who grew up too fast . . . we believe you.
“Chores first, white girls second. Buckle up!”
There’s nothing normal about being trapped in the house, taking care of kids you didn’t birth.
Why would any girl want a boy after she’s had a man love them?
You can try all you want to control the wild sea, but in the end, it’ll always do what it wants.
Lightning can’t strike the same place twice. But thunder? Thunder is omnidirectional. You can hear it from every side of you.
My wounds are invisible, weeping invisible blood. Can anyone see the black-and-blue marks painted on my heart?
Trying to reclaim your life is a lot like drowning. You attempt to stay above water as waves of new information hit you sideways, carrying you further into the unknown. People throw life preservers, but the ropes can only reach so far, and once a riptide catches you by the ankle, all you can do is wonder why you ever thought you’d be OK jumping into the deep end, when you could barely manage the shallows.
I feel like fall. I am a heap of dead leaves, blackened, moist, reeking of mold. Rotting apples, dying grass, early darkness chasing away the sun.
Malcolm X said it best. “The most disrespected person in America is the Black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the Black woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black woman.”
“You know why I like that movie?” “Because you like my singing and know I like to swim?” “Ha! Well, that too. But no, I liked it ’cause the princess saved herself.” “No, she didn’t. Eric saved her, the prince. And her dad, the king.” “No, no,” she laughs, the light from the TV bouncing off her dark skin. “She saved herself from the sea long before that silly prince came flopping along. She took hold of her life, didn’t care what anyone else had to think or say. Even if they thought she was crazy, she did what she wanted, and folks just had to deal. Like when you cut off all your hair. You
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She saw him disappear by the river. They asked her to tell what happened, only to discount her memory.
Princesses Must Save Themselves
