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• While men like Malcolm were desperate to conceal their flaws, my brothers and I took on a more unapologetic approach.
• fractured. My pulse thundered in my veins and a gleam of sticky sweat coated my skin. I tried to regain my composure, to focus on my breathing again, but all I could see was red. All I could feel was disgust. Eyeing the foot he stupidly planted beside mine, I stomped down on his cheap black loafer with full force, relishing in the crunch of bones u...
• From an early age, I knew that my mother hated me.
• Carla Alexander hated me with every fiber of her being.
• Every time I cried, she’d slap me. Every time I whined, she’d pinch me or pull my hair.