“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.”
“For I am my mother's daughter, and the drums of Africa still beat in my heart.”
“People are always telling me that i'm not like other girls...that i dont dress like other girls...that i dont act like other girls. But i'm my OWN person...i go to the beat of my own drum.”
“My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?”
“And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”
“He pointed to Butt, behind his drum set. "There he is. Don't smell so good and can't hardly talk. But he can drub those drums better than the best... and this is Mr. Jerod Powers, the Golden Boy.”