“I am disgusted at how often I was quick to show teeth as if to say, “Don’t shoot. I am one of those good negroes.” Stretch my lips wide as I cried inside. Must fix it. Must fix mouth to say, “I’m not a problem. Forget about me.” Grin big and wide, “Look at my dimple. Isn’t it dainty? I am a woman. Protect me, too.”

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