Wouldn’t they be surprised when one day I woke out of my black ugly dream, and my real hair, which was long and blond, would tak
e the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn’t let me straighten? . . . Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs’ tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother . . . had turned me into a toobig Negro girl, with nappy black hair.
