Dark Coffee
“Sadie you make me so mad. You skin too dark. You see this?” Sticking her hand in Sadie’s face for her to see she continued, “This is the color you supposed to get. A nice brown skin. Nice light brown skin. That’s what you supposed to get. Why you so black!?”, another tug of her hair, “Why? Black means poverty and light skin means wealth. You are nothing but a poor little unwanted child and I HATE you.”
Carnival Hangover
It have people who, when they play mas does get tired, does need to pee, does complain they foot burning them. Not her. And though she was the kind of can’t mash ants girl who never let no man pass his place with her – the very cliché of a stoosh bank employee, Carnival was different.
The Rebellion
“This ana jus fa you!”
“Carnival ah fo arwe too!”
He is like Him
Alice
When mi tell yuh seh mi hate Alice, mi mean mi hate har lackka piezen. Yuh wouldda neba believe seh me an’ she a sista.