Maya Angelou // "The white men and women could look at you with such loathing that you really wish...that you could dry up, in the moment, just shrivel up like that. And instead of that I’d put my head up and walk through, grit my teeth, survive it. But my god, what scars does that leave on somebody? I don’t even dare examine it myself. And when I reach for the pen...to write, I have to scrape it across those scars, to sharpen that point. And yet, I still have never, yet, really gone down to look at those scars. I just think I might dissolve."