Death been following you all around, and you thought you could beat it. Sacrificed your dignity, me, even your children, at the altar of your privilege. But that's the white in you. The black won't never gon stop haunting you. Tried to forget, and look what forgetting got ya. Little girl run away. And Sam, well, he swung from the porch of that big house you thought you owned. You sad, pretty little thing. I bet you told yaself you was being tough. All those pieces you cut out, just so you could go on. But just because you survived, doesn't make you strong. If you was, you'd just do it. It's what ya want, ain't it? Ever since you hung massa? When you gave up? Because this, you, sitting around, just waiting for him to do it for you...to beat ya to death. It's pitiful. Just kill yourself.

Pearly Mae