“black women breathe flowers, too. just because we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret) does nor mean we do not swelter with wild tenderness. we soft swim. we petal. we scent limbs. love. we just have been too long a garden for sharp and deadly teeth. so we have grown ourselfves into greenhouses.” SocietySaltBlack WomenBlacknessUnlovedUnlovableBlack LoveBlack VulnerabilityExepectations Book:Salt Source: Salt