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To All the Messy Girls I’ve Loved Before

A white girl’s refusal to live by the dominant narrative gets to be glamorous, whereas I cannot imagine how a Black girl’s refusing the terms of society ever could be.

For all his discipline, I cannot picture my father ever invoking the police as a punishment. Because there is no redemption on the other side of that arc, not for a Black teenager.