Nothing is out of our realm, because it has nothing to do with color. As black people, we're not different from anyone else, other than the exterior.
“When you re-read a classic you do not see in the book more than you did before. You see more in you than there was before.”
“Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.”