“Memory will lay its hands upon your breast, and you will understand my hatred.” — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
“Memory will lay its hands upon your breast, and you will understand my hatred.” — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
“Hating you shall be a game Played with cool hands And slim fingers. Your heart will yearn For the lonely splendor Of the pine… — Gwendolyn Bennett Copy Share Image
