The Screams Of A Hurt Woman Were

Lay My Head On The Railroad Line. Train Come Along; Pacify My Mind.

I'm Not Entangled In Shaping My Work According To Other People's Views Of How I Should Have Done It.

Adults, Older Girls, Shops, Magazines, Newspapers, Window Signs—all The World Had Agreed That A Blue-eyed, Yellow-haired, Pink-skinned Doll Was What Every Girl Child Treasured

We Read About How Ajax And Achilles Will Die For Each Other, But Very Little About The Friendship Of Women.

Well, Feel This, Why Don't You? Feel How It Feels To Have A Bed To Sleep In And Somebody There Not Worrying You To Death About What You Got To Do Each Day To Deserve It. Feel How That Feels. And If That Don't Get It, Feel How It Feels To Be A Colored Woman Roaming The Roads With Anything God Made Liable To Jump On You. Feel That.