Studying for my African American Lit final, I came across this gem.

Zora Neale Hurston, in 1928 wrote an essay called “How It Feels to Be Colored Me.”

From this essay comes this wonderful line:

“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.”

I am digging this woman, truly.