As a Woman of Color, I’m Told I Can’t Show Anger—So I Let Courtney Love Do it for Me
Because it’s still more acceptable for white women than it is for women of color to show anger, I scream-sing along to Courtney Love’s rage.
Live Through This
Later . . . with Jools Holland
You should learn when to go / You should learn how to say ‘no’
Yeah, I'm the one with no soul
Well they get what they want / and they never want it again
shouldshould, like a woman of color should
Might last a day, yeah / Mine is forever
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