Her freckles, her thin pink lips, her blond hair, the stubborn milkiness of her skin; how easy had it been for her, her whole life, to make the world a friend to her?

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.

~ Zora Neale Hurston from How it Feels to Be Colored Me (1928)

*Image printed in Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine