i m not cute or built to suit a fashion model size. when i tried to tell them, they think i m telling lies. i say it s in the reach of my arm, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips. i m a woman phenomenally. if you were a child of the 1990s she might be aunt june, the profound embodiment of black womanhood every black filmmaker longed for to make his film more meaningful. last night calcifying my soul a home, where water is not thirsty. i came up with one thing, and i don t believe i m wrong that nobody but nobody can make it out here alone. if you were from the heroic generation of the civil rights movement, she was your sister in the struggle. a counterpart to malcolm and to martin, profound and graceful and committed.