The girl with the long dreads who slept with whomever she chose, that being her own declaration of control over her body, was there. I grew up in a house drawn between love and fear. There was no room for softness. But this girl with the long dreads revealed something else-that love could be soft and understanding; that, soft or hard, love was an act of heroism.
( Ta-Nehisi Coates )
[ Between the World and Me ]
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