“But my heart feels heavier from the effort than when I began. Because I am both too visible—too angry, loud, opinionated—and invisible—because the people who make the decisions choose not to see me or hear my words. But this heavy, beating heart thumping in my chest and coursing hot blood through my veins reminds me of life as I stand there watching these people celebrate my oppression. I wonder whether me or my people will ever live life as more than three-fifths of a human being.”
Not Staying for Dessert
