How can you be more subject; black woman in a white man's world?
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
In all dying our ages are the same.
all deaths are one's own.
Love is the only effective counter to death.
We all have to rise in the end, not just one or two who were smart enough, had will enough for their own salvation, but all the halt, the maimed and the blind of us which is most of us.