I've always felt black in my heart, since I read the literature as a little girl. I feel as an intruder was, when I know what the sisters have written better than the brothers of this community might. I am not proud in any other way than one ought to be proud of what she is, but I will never be other than what I am, so I might as well feel proud when it would lift me up.
But I am humbled, HUMBLED, at being white as any ghost or whiter, and still allowed, by virtue of all my differences, and through my shame, to suffer with you, my people.
*weeps for joy*