My Grandmother Takes Care Of Me. Even Though She’s Long Gone.
“I can see your accent hasn’t left you. Like my grandma’s color hasn’t left me. She was from Iran, so I don’t look all one shade of skin.STRANGER ON THE STREET
I think she is around me still. Like she has her finger wrapped around my soul. That’s how she takes care of me—you know.”
18th September 2019,
Los Angeles Public Library, Downtown L.A.
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