Consuming and not caring for. Feeding on and not filling up. Scavenging the remains she has made a miracle of.
Why Lemonade Is For Black Women
Dominique Matti
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I’m a black woman married to a white man (18 years)…no difference…it’s the same as you write here…eventually…people will be people. Maybe we women need to take care of one another more…stop parading this fake-perfection…making pictures instead of creating beautiful life experience, and teaching our daughters by what we do (not say). We’re all suffering the same.

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