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When the Black Girl Sings

"I stood up, ready to leave... When I turned around, I could see women from tables all over the room watching us. What's that young black girl doing with that white man? Sure it had happened before, but I never felt it do so many things to my body at the same time... I wanted to stop in the middle of the restaurant, pick up a microphone, and tell all of them very calmly, 'You wanna know what the story is? He used to be my father. We came here to this lovely restaurant so he could let me know he's giving up the job.'"

From When the Black Girl Sings