We don’t have no say, ‘cause we was an afterthought. He yanked us up out o’ man’s ribs, but He made man out the Earth. He made him out the dirt and the mud and made him out the world, so man is the world. Women…women just a part o’ men.�...
There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.
The closest thing I have to a spiritual experience anymore is a Mocha Frappe from McDonald's.
