I Couldn't Love Him
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"Once a man offered me his heart and I said no. Not because I didn't love him. Not because he was a beast or white-I couldn't love him. Do you understand? "
- Poem after Frieda Kahlo's Painting The Broken Column, by Eduardo C. Corral
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