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“anyway, the whole world knows, european & non-european alike, the whole world knows that nobody loves the black woman like they love farrah fawcett-majors. the whole world dont turn out for a dead black woman like they did for marilyn monroe. (actually, the demise of josephine baker waz an international event, but she waz also a war hero)”

Quote by Ntozake Shange

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Ntozake Shange
Ntozake Shange

Ntozake Shange is an American playwright known for her groundbreaking play 'For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow Is Enuf'. Her works often explore themes of race, gender, and identity, and are celebrated for their unique poetic style and performance format. more

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