If we search long enough in our mothers’ gardens we would realize that though the hydrangea blossomed in beautiful hues of periwinkle and fuchsia, the presence of ungroomed, feeble sprouts lay where our fathers stepped.
Let Us Not Wait: a Black Male Feminist Response to 4:44
Anthony Boynton
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I see what you did there too! YAS

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