Oh, as in "the importance of being Ernest?"
also my ode to Nikki Giovanni (also might be offended at being considered history lol) came out in today's chapter. I'll probably do Maya Angelou next.
As soon as the words leave his whitened lips, “pretty” isn’t good enough.
I know I’m not an easy woman…
There’s a line like this, in a poem….
To deal with, to want.
But flowers and animals and birds are ‘pretty.’ You call your mother, your sister, your daughters ‘pretty.’
I’d never realized that word could mean so little until it rolled so dispassionately off his tongue, but now…
I don’t think I want to be ‘pretty.’
