The city of love, alone

Arts abroad

I barely knew anyone yet in this big wide city, but I consoled myself with the ridiculous notion that I might strike up a conversation with a handsome stranger sitting next to me and make a new friend. But walking into the Palais Royale, surrounded by elderly couples and bourgeois millennials, I felt horribly out of place. 
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We exist on the page

This language belongs to every person of color, regardless of anyone’s racism or bigotry. We belong in the English language, the English curriculum and the literary world.
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