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Women Lose Their Lives Not Knowing They Can Do Something Different..." From Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure

Delia Picked At The Raw Sores Of Her Conscience...drunk Or Sober, Delia Lived In The Small Town In Her Heart, Ignoring The World In Which All Her Love Had Turned To Grief.

The Horror Of Class Stratification, Racism, And Prejudice Is That Some People Begin To Believe That The Security Of Their Families And Communities Depends On The Oppression Of Others, That For Some To Have Good Lives There Must Be Others Whose Lives Are Truncated And Brutal.

She Got A Reputation For An Easy Smile And A Sharp Tongue, And Using One To Balance The Other, She Seemed Friendly But Distant

I Fell Into Shame Like A Suicide Throws Herself Into A River. (253)