All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk - Zora Neale Hurston

When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.