“Hurt Into Poetry: On Poetry and Greece”By Stephanos Papadopoulos
"Debt Chauffeur, that's my name for him now, wants to marry me. He asked me down on bended knee, and I would have been honored — except he wants us to live in London, and he wants me to live white. I crowed at that. I laughed so hard and not a tear came. He couldn't understand it. I don't often think on how white I look; it's always been a question of how colored I feel, and I feel plenty colored. He said that no one in London will know that I'm supposed to be colored. And I said I am colored, colored black, the way I talk, the way I cook, the way I do most everything, and he said but you don't have to be."
– Alice Randall, The Wind Done Gone