WEEK 47 - 14/6/12 - SHAME

"I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. The shoes my mama paid a month's worth a light bill for. I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.”— Kathryn Stockett, The Help
How sad is a white canvas, a material meant to scream out loud but that was left muted.
carefully placed silver beads hold together by a lock that can just as easily fall apart and scatter the shimmers all over the floor.

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