I know I’m not going to get stuck on the bus with those girls. I’m going to travel places too far for them to see, miles and miles outside of being black, past the snap of their fingers with the complementary ‘Baby, boom,’ ‘Baby, pop,’ or ‘Baby, please,’ past anything they say about me until I can feel them so far behind that I can look back and see stupid little girls, still occasionally talking their smack, pushing me on.
– Calling My Name, written by Liara Tamani
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