Her mama calls her 'Suga', simply 'cause she knows her child... To everyone else, she is all bones and right angles and elbows and knees sticking out like boobie traps, waiting to ensnare and sting with her message, waiting to cause a change in this reluctant world...She needs a bit of work on her delivery sometimes...she smiles at the thought...But he sees her, the meat of her, the fat of her, the joy of her, the substance in fact... It is all there...In one central location...only if you look for it....look a bit closer...look past the beauty...look past the sharpness and urgency of her message...look a bit deeper... to the heart of the matter-Monica Watkins
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