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All Growns Up

These women challenge the altar of systemic expectations. I know the women whose red kisses leave unwashable stains on the tapestry of society.
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Maya Angelou: remembering the caged bird’s song

It was in a seventh-grade classroom in South Central Los Angeles that I was first introduced to Maya Angelou. I still remember how the words constructed lyrical melodies that bounced like notes, luring the reader to read it as a dance. Every piece of Angelou’s work carries a certain rhythm
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