Concrete Rose (The Hate U Give, #0 )

by Angie Thomas

Living your life based off what other people think—” “Ain’t living at all,” I finish.

“You gotta love people enough to let them go, especially when you’re the reason they’re gone.”

“Son, one of the biggest lies ever told is that Black men don’t feel emotions. Guess it’s easier to not see us as human when you think we’re heartless. Fact of the matter is, we feel things. Hurt, pain, sadness, all of it. We got a right to show them feelings as much as anybody else.”

I’m starting to think being a parent mean you don’t get to have much yourself. All my energy, my money, and my time go to him.

Mr. Wyatt says grief hit you in waves. Sometimes it pull me out to sea and take me under. No wonder it’s hard to breathe as I cry.

Don’t let the cuteness fool you. Babies straight-up thugs. They don’t give a damn what you going through.