The only reason race matters is because of racism.

You deserve to take up space.

At some point I was a HappyAfricanFeminist who does not hate men. And who likes lip gloss and who wears high heels for herself but not for men.

Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?

People have crushes on priests all the time, you know. It’s exciting to have to deal with God as a rival.

I have chosen to no longer be apologetic for my femaleness and my femininity. And I want to be respected in all of my femaleness because I deserve to be.

One of the things that struck me when I came to the U.S. was discovering American poverty.