The tears are still frozen to my face as I write this post, my toes frozen, but my heart glad. It’s hard not to hear Obama singing out that same preacher greatness and not get caught up in his syntax.
“A day when brown can stick around”
The tears are still frozen to my face as I write this post, my toes frozen, but my heart glad. It’s hard not to hear Obama singing out that same preacher greatness and not get caught up in his syntax.
“A day when brown can stick around”