Sublime

“Signifying.”

I hated the world that wouldn’t let me apply justice without the certain retaliation of injustice.

“Professor, no one is born with a name.”

“Lawdy, missum! Looky dere.” “Perfect,” I said. “Why is that correct?” Lizzie raised her hand. “Because we must let the whites be the ones who name the trouble.”

If I wasn’t digging myself deeper, I was certainly lengthening the trench.

“I don’t like white folks,” he said. “And I is one.”