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" If Daddy was a color, he would be a forest green—thick, lush, calm, whispering refreshing wisdom only few could hear. If Michael was a color, he would be bark brown—cocoa, mocha, chocolate, the color of earth. Quiet, supportive, but strong. A softness that love grows from. Together, they are the tree I lean on when I’m weary. The tree I swing from. The tree of life when surrounded by death. "
― Tiffany D. Jackson , Monday's Not Coming
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" But Ma says everyone deserves forgiveness.
That's why if Ma was a color, she'd be pink with her sweetness. A tender flower, a bubbly pop of chewing gum, two scoops of strawberry ice cream. Silly in her girly ways, her color deepens with love, until she glows fuchsia - bright and bold, unstoppable.
But when she is not fed the riches that life promises, Ma pales, reaming but a tint above white, a color aching in want."
-Claudia "
― Tiffany D. Jackson , Monday's Not Coming