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And I can’t die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I’m a cracked plate.

Zora Neale Hurston

People can be slave ships in shoes.
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People Slave
They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
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Darkness Eyes God
Those that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
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Hide Inspirational
Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Black Heart Herself Night
Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
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Different Love Sea
She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Death Dream Herself Love Marriage Woman
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
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God Person
She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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Herself People See
No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
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Myself World
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Feeling Grief Herself
Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Different Love Philosophy Sea
She wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Herself Life Struggle
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Friendship Live Morning Myself
She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Feeling Herself Man Save See
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Hands Myself
So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Herself Hide Place Soul

And I can’t die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I’m a cracked plate.

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And I can’t die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I’m a cracked plate.

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