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“Help me, Sandy. Listen to my talk. Hold my hand when I git too sad. Laugh at my fears that keep poppin’ out on me like some childhood disease. Be my vaccine, babee. I need you. Don’t ever leave me, babee, cuz I’ll never have a love like you again. I’ll never have another woman again if you leave me.”

Quote by Sonia Sanchez

Book:Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems
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Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems

This volume includes a selection of new and previously published poems, reflecting the depth and range of the poet's work more

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Sonia Sanchez
Sonia Sanchez

Sonia Sanchez is a renowned American poet, born on September 9, 1934. Her poetry is characterized by its focus on racial equality, women's liberation, and the culture of African Americans, and is considered an important representative of American black literature. more

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