Girl-children do not reproduce their own name. They bring forth offspring for strangers. They receive, carry and bring forth other people's seeds. Their own names, they sweep off the surface of the earth.

She felt there was no difference between her and the sacrificial hen with a rag tied to its neck.

You never cared enough to be Black

His voice took on a thick silkiness to it that made her want to press her body closer. “Octavia, you are welcome to touch any part of my body you wish. Just be careful of what you start. Once I lay claim to something, or someone, I will not part with it or them willingly.” - Kade Egon

In such a regime, I say you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murderer in the chest - without asking to be paid.

Tears are best dried with your own hand