“And I'm not light skinned." "The hell you're not," she argued back, continuing our lifelong argument about the honey-beige skin I inherited from my mother and Grandy.” — D.L. White Copy Share Image
“Handsome wasn't even the word for it, if I was being honest. A big, chocolate, sexy motherfucker built like a locomotive fit the bill… — D.L. White Copy Share Image
“And I'm not light skinned." "The hell you're not," she argued back, continuing our lifelong argument about the honey-beige skin I inherited from my… — D.L. White Copy Share Image
“She's bringing her ugly feet in here around five thirty." I tried to hold in my snicker, but it didn't work.” — D.L. White Copy Share Image
