the texture of my hair, the size of my lips, my arms, my thighs, my diarrhea parts has undetermined my brain, I know better. it has destroyed even my purpose. my name does not happen to be an Ann, or a Susan, or an April. I can not separate one being from another to make me justify. it's me as a "woman". no other woman can claim me as not being a Black woman. i will never go as far as labeling myself as a white woman, or any man, black or white, unless I can accept myself as a woman who happens to be Black!