Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe: An American Grammar Book
I am a marked woman, but not everybody knows my name. ‘Peaches’ and ‘Brown Sugar,” ‘Sapphire’ and ‘Earth Mother,’ ‘Aunty,’ ‘Granny,’ ‘God’s Holy Fool,’ a ‘Miss Ebony First,’ or ‘Black Woman at the Podium’: I describe a locus of confounded identities, a meeting ground of investments and privations in the national treasury of rhetorical wealth. My country needs me and if I were not here, I would have to be invented” (Hortense Spillers 203).
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