I wish I didn't go to all those movies. What good did they do me, these nice looking women with blond hair and red lipstick circling round handsome men? Everything was a lie. Their love and passion were not meant for me. Now it makes me angry. Their white shining faces were smiling to me from everywhere on posters and magazines. If only I had my tooth, life would have turned out differently.
Who told me about ugliness?
I liked to watch Pecola when she was born, but no others at the hospital did. I thought she was ugly too. They say Pecola has gone mad. Am I to be blamed? I tried to leave Cholly once, and I regret I didn't. I have my housework and Pecola now. I hear the women gossiping, but they never come close. I pray to Jesus and he will judge.
Written in response to The Bluest Eye
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Pauline went to the movies, she learned to hate her own blackness,and, the worst: she learned not to see her own child. You have given Pauline the language to communicate some of her problems; I like the way you do it.
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