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“That he thought he could do something so dramatic—so violating—and get away with it; presume her to be grateful for it, even—was only possible because he had told her, in ways great and small, that he knew best and she had signaled that he was correct.”

Xóchitl González “Anita de Monte Laughs Last”

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“The rain will eventually come, or not. Until then, we touch our bodies like wounds— the war never ended and somehow begins again.”

Natalie Diaz “Postcolonial Love Poem”

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“I hated the world that wouldn’t let me apply justice without the certain retaliation of injustice."

Percival Everett “James”

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“It didn’t feel like betrayal. It felt like wandering through the woods for an endless night and finally stumbling into the dawn.”

Sara Hashem “The Jasad Heir”

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“I had spent my adolescence trying to blend in with my peers in suburban America, and had come of age feeling like my belonging was something to prove. Something that was always in the hands of other people to be given and never my own to take, to decide which side I was on, whom I was allowed to align with. I could never be of both worlds, only half in and half out, waiting to be ejected at will by someone with greater claim than me. Someone whole.”

Michelle Zauner “Crying in H Mart”

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“...it occurred to her how some people continued through no design of one's own to be in one's life while others might initially enter in a sort of blaze and seem to change everything but then might not stay around.”

Susan Minot “Evening”

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“I love us. I believe in us. We don’t need the kindness of the white gaze to celebrate ourselves. We don’t need our stories to be translated so white people can see us as human. They are not our saviors. We are.”

Julissa Arce “You Sound Like a White Girl”

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“Maybe we all carry that instinct to return home, to the horizon line that formed us, to the place where we first knew the world. Maybe it was that instinct driving me now.”

Diane Wilson “The Seed Keeper”

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