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?

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And yes, I’m a mess but I’m blessed
To be stuck with you.
Sometimes it gets unhealthy
We can’t be by ourselves, we
We’ll always need each other.
Yes, I’m a mess but I’m blessed
To be stuck with you.
I just want you to know that
If I could, I swear I’d go back
Make everything all better.

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