I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes.... Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world - I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
~Zora Neale Hurston, How It Feels to Be Colored Me, 1928
~Zora Neale Hurston, How It Feels to Be Colored Me, 1928
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