““She was dying to touch and be touched by her man. It never entered her mind that her man was not truly a man—in terms of being a human. But it no longer mattered to her. Bilal was pure and good and more human than many. She didn’t care that his slanted eyes contained orbs that were black or that his skin wasn’t just tan, brown or pale white, but shimmyed between blues, yellow, black and more. Love was blind and deaf…and many times more intelligent than hate.””
