It’s easier to trash fairytales and racism than it is to face the simplicity of my conundrum: that I’ve inherited the defunct reality of a stranger’s manifest desire.
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Horse Crazy
I have always been part rider, part horse. Ready to bolt, a sucker for a sugar cube, and I like to be groomed.
Hair and Teeth
The brown braid of a bracelet could be leather, not obviously hair until you get up close.
My Cotton Creole Sister
She chooses her dignity over her desire to be “in” with the crowd, no posse but her own.